Seaside Sour

I have recently wrote a short play about homelessness. Here’s the introduction

There’s something about the seaside. Something about the innocence of childhood, the memories, that draws us to the seaside. Memories of family time, fish and chips, candy floss, loads of ice cream. Memories of fairground rides and hook a duck, bingo and cups of weak tea. Laughter, happy family times. Happy memories. Safe memories. There’s something about the seaside. 

But there’s something about the seaside that’s not so innocent. Something about the seaside that’s dark, twisted, corrupt and dangerous. That’s not so safe, not so happy. Not for me anyway. 

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