Jacqueline Owens

Jacqueline Owens lives in Wellington, New Zealand, with past lives in London, Los Angeles (gaining a Master of Fine Arts in Screenwriting from the University of Southern California’s School of Cinema-Television), and Tokyo (promoting New Zealand products). Excerpts and short stories from the manuscript After the Encore have been published in CommuterLit and Litbreak and was an Official Selection of the London Independent Story Prize. A young adult novel, Bluest Moon, was published by a New Zealand feminist press, the screenplay, The Floating World, won Best Unproduced Script from New Zealand Writers Guild, and other recent screenplays were recognized as quarter-finalists in the Nicholl and Blue Cat Screenplay competitions.

Lost and Found

Tony saw it out of the corner of his eye, the official white envelope on the mat. He tried the breathing: slow in, pause, slow out, but it was no good. His chest was as tight as a rubber band.
Either he would want to meet Tony or not. And that was out of Tony’s hands. It should have been easy to pick up the letter, read it.

Jacqueline Owens

Jacqueline Owens lives in Wellington, New Zealand, with past lives in London, Los Angeles (gaining a Master of Fine Arts in Screenwriting from the University of Southern California’s School of Cinema-Television), and Tokyo (promoting New Zealand products). Excerpts and short stories from the manuscript After the Encore have been published in CommuterLit and Litbreak and was an Official Selection of the London Independent Story Prize. A young adult novel, Bluest Moon, was published by a New Zealand feminist press, the screenplay, The Floating World, won Best Unproduced Script from New Zealand Writers Guild, and other recent screenplays were recognized as quarter-finalists in the Nicholl and Blue Cat Screenplay competitions.

Lost and Found

Tony saw it out of the corner of his eye, the official white envelope on the mat. He tried the breathing: slow in, pause, slow out, but it was no good. His chest was as tight as a rubber band.
Either he would want to meet Tony or not. And that was out of Tony’s hands. It should have been easy to pick up the letter, read it.

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