I wrote this many years ago, whilst immersed in a dense period of writing, one of several; too few. I’d been into screenplays for a while, having been on several training courses and seminars in the late nineties and early noughties. The format suited my visual mind, and the show, not tell, was challenging.
I was spending the occasional weekend in Eastbourne at the time and, as most visitors do, spent time at Beachy Head, which was then, and still is, a suicide attempt hotspot. Attempts, I presume, that are often successful, given the height.
I had the image of these poor people littered around the landscape below, and this rather dark story slowly emerged. An unkind purgatory for them, until nature brings emancipation.
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Somewhere, there's a continuation of this story, but that’s for another day.