The bit part actress is a corpse today. She lies naked under a white morgue sheet waiting to be revealed. 

Her face is rarely seen. Her filmography is a catalogue of dismembered parts – a plump breast jiggling in the background of an orgy scene, the moonlit legs of a waitress walking home alone.

She exists on the outskirts, never meant for a main role. Once she almost went to acting college. Once she almost moved to Hollywood. Once she almost got married. Once she almost had children. 

A life of half-happenings discarded on the cutting room floor.