The drama is addictive
What’ve you got that I haven’t?! Lyn screams at the house drunk and distraught in her old wedding gown. Torn and stained, she had forced it on the night before and danced with Jim in the lounge, smoking, crying and wailing broken lyrics on a broken record. Do I look pretty Jim? What did I do wrong Jim? Promise me you won’t be like your father Jim.
A pale tragic diva, she knows she must look a sight but doesn’t care. I know you're in there! She cries again frantically banging on the dirty windows, bashing the bell waiting… waiting. The dusty, insect studded door gives her nothing. The flat gecko in the door jam looking more alive than her at this moment. Answer me!
She had found their love shack in the back streets of a small coastal town. Miles away but clos
