Tue 3 August 2004 - Laura
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.
August 3rd, 2004 at 9:47am
Poor Laura.
August 3rd, 2004 at 10:52am
Hate it when people read my folder
August 3rd, 2004 at 8:49pm
Maybe whistling a happy tune would have helped..
Could have been worse - ‘I’d kill everyone to make everybody pay.’
August 3rd, 2004 at 9:29pm
Or :
I will kill anyone who reads this…..
August 4th, 2004 at 8:37am
A sacrificial ticket inspector, who takes her job too seriously, perhaps.
August 7th, 2004 at 11:58am
I’d kill myself to make everybody pay – it’s a line from the Marilyn Manson song ‘Coma black’.
August 9th, 2004 at 11:07pm
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Thanks Victor.