She Rented Every Room at Your Outback Roadhouse

(InnerSelf Enabled🎭) Thursday night at the Blackstone Roadhouse, three hundred kilometres from anywhere on the Stuart Highway. Then a plane lands on the highway itself, and a woman walks into the bar in a red silk gown, a pilot's headset and dusty boots, with a canvas bag full of cash. She rents all twelve rooms, the whole bar tab and every pie in the warmer, and says nobody else checks in. Her father's security is coming by helicopter. Her fiance may follow. The press will follow him. She is getting married in Sydney on Saturday, or she was, and she is looking for someone who sent her a postcard from this exact roadhouse.