Sandie sat at the bars leather seats, one drink in hand and a cigarette in the other. Her eyes were wet from tears, drying mascara on her cheeks, she looked ruined.

‘This is the dream’ they say, depends if said dream follows into a horrid nightmare. You stood about 10 feet from sandie, it seemed like you were watching from the outside, perhaps a dream, or perhaps you’re seeing a glimpse of a woman’s life. You take a few steps closer to her…