Below is a page from a screenplay I am working on currently about  a father who flees his home with his children and is pursued by their mother down a dark, muddy river.

SOUND OF CHURCH ORGAN PLAYING OLD SPIRITUAL
INT. PINEY WOODS CHURCH- MORNING
FRANCIS LOCKLEAR, 28, plays beautifully to an empty church. Something dark slowly begins to creep into the music.
A little child comes in the church and makes her way down the aisle and finds a pew and lays down to sleep.
Francis eyes her, continues to play.
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INT. LOCKLEAR HOME- SAME
LEE WAYNE LOCKLEAR, 30, packs STRANGE COSTUMES into a battered suitcase. The sound of children talking. Lee looks over his shoulder, terrified.
He hides behind the door, back flat against the wall. He peeks through the crack into the kitchen.
DILL WAYNE LOCKLEAR, 12, is making two potted meat sandwiches. His sister ADDY, 10, hands him a paper towel.
DILL
We ain’t got no mustard.
ADDY
That’s OK. Don’t forget to make Daddy one too.
Lee Wayne closes his eyes as if in pain.
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INT. WILLIAMS HOME- SAME
PERNELL WILLIAMS, 35, knots his tie in the mirror. He is dressed to the nines for under thirty dollars, including his shoes.
He grabs his Bible and avoids his KIDS who pull at him to  take them fishing, into the kitchen where he slaps his WIFE’S behind, who holds out her hand for money, but he’s out the door and into the yard and in the poorest street.
A quick adjustment of his balls, he grins like he owns the world.