Laura was her name. It said so on her folder.
She was on the train.
Writing on her folder.
In a very decorative script.
Letter by letter.
Surreptitiously, another guy and I looked on.
As a sentence revealed itself.
“I’d kill myself to make everybody pay.”
Oh.
Dark nails, dark eye makeup, dark clothes.
Bag with a gloom and doom metal band patch on it.
Then her phone rang. She sounded not exactly chirpy, but not exactly down or suicidal.
She got off the train at Caulfield.
Hope you’ve got at least a little sunshine in your life, Laura.
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Poor Laura. :(
Hate it when people read my folder
Maybe whistling a happy tune would have helped..
Could have been worse – ‘I’d kill everyone to make everybody pay.’
Or :
I will kill anyone who reads this…..
A sacrificial ticket inspector, who takes her job too seriously, perhaps.
I’d kill myself to make everybody pay – it’s a line from the Marilyn Manson song ‘Coma black’.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Thanks Victor.