Rescue Mission

M = man, W = woman

M: Hello. Would you like some coffee?

W: Thank you

M: They’ve knocked the whole factory down; you can, you can see from miles out there

W: Mmhm

M: What’s up?

W: Just reading. She holds up the leather

M: Who’s it from?

W: Our cousins

M: We’ve not heard from them for ages

W: Yeah, it’s from Claudia. She sounds a bit desperate. She begins to read:

“Dear Oenta and Sania. Things have got a bit calmer now. I think I ought to let you know what happens. Sorry I haven’t written before. The truth turns out lips lang and I should have left bеfore. I should, I should have written bеfore but whenever dad brought someone hope, I hid and cried. And he told me they were nice people. But then he lost his mind. Smash, crash it. It happened in a ? And I should have written before”

M: Good lord, who, who’s have thought that it would-

W: No not wait, there’s more:
“Dad came in from the pub with all these dead ? all over him. Stuffed in his pocket, I’m his hair, just gibbering with this complete bird. It was just dancing around, talking utter rubbish and had this weird tramp low with him. He seemed alright actually but things were never the same again. He even sold his car.”

M: What is this all about?

W: She continues reading:
“Two weeks later Rachel left home and went to live with this scrap dealer bloke, who had a shed over the other side of the moor. It’s pathetic but it doesn’t end
“Dad mumbled a couplet and seized to rule. Nailed himself to a tree, he couldn’t afford blowing bubbles in the gentle sleep. That’s history of all our dreams”

M: Lin stretches out, you can feel it with your range and with your feet. He merged in the distance where the railway lines meet and a single road brims in the desert. I feel, I fell on the dry stones