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Somewhere to Run
is a story of hope in the face of despair

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April, a prostitute looking for a way off the streets finds a reason to love in the heart of a suicidal stranger looking for a reason to live.

The next three nights center around Leon’s diner, a refuge for the homeless, drug addicts, and prostitutes.  A respite for weekend warriors and late-night partiers, and a haven for travelers looking for a connection, settling on a cup of coffee, a slice of pie, or an omelet, before the sun rises.

April, a sex worker looking for a way off the streets finds a reason to love in the heart of a stranger.

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It's a hot night in the forgotten warehouse district and another dead body is found.

The killer is smart enough not to leave a clue.


Even if he did, these are girls society has already thrown out.


For April, a rogue sex worker, this night starts like any other night when
the sun goes down on the city streets; with a cup of coffee and a cheese danish at Leon's Diner,

and a slow dance with a friend who represents nothing more than safety when he holds her.


Leon's Diner is the one bright spot in the dark night. A refuge for the homeless, drug addicts, and prostitutes.

A respite for weekend warriors and late-night partiers, and a haven for travelers looking for a connection,

settling on a cup of coffee, a slice of pie, or an omelet, before the sun rises.


A stranger shows up worn and tired, wearing a suit. He sticks out like a martini in a beer bar.

After a chance encounter with April in a bodega, The Stranger rents a clean room in a dirty motel.

His only possessions are a bottle of bad vodka, a gun, and a single bullet
for a solo game of Russian Roulette.


The Stranger sees April again at Leon's Diner, only to lose track of her to a John.

Enamored with April, he waits at the diner hoping she will return.


She does not. Not tonight.


He goes back to his motel room for one bullet.

One spin of the barrel. One pull of the trigger. One click of the hammer.

That's all it takes before he lays down and sleeps through the day, only to start his overnight quest, again.

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