SHOTGUN HORROR CLIPS ringing. So, she figured, a freaky, she couldn’t be. There had to be something else. Cuddling up to the pillow, a shallow stream of tears began to run down her face until, swinging from her chin, they plopped one by one into the face of the dog.
She knew that she was a good worker-all her ex-bosses had said so—yet for some reason,
after just a few weeks, something changed in her relationship with the others. There was a minor possibility that her philosophy of refusing to do extra hours may have a slight influence on her bosses’ decision, but she had always made it clear that she could only work part-time—she needed the rest of the day for her studies—so since when was sincerity a crime? There were too many hypocrites in the world already without me becoming one as well, she often thought.
And for how long will I have to continue this ritual until I find my real place in the
world or until I finally get accepted? As this thought hit her with the force of a flying brick, she remembered a phrase from a song by her favourite rock band; And then one day you find, ten years have got behind you. The idea of spending the next ten years subjected to the same torture filled her with a horror and foreboding that made her shiver.
I am not going to be still doing this in ten years. Absolutely no way. Something will
happen. It has to.
She thought of friends to whom just that had happened; condemned to a life of monotony
and routine and where it was now too late to change anything. Unless they won the lottery of course.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish-bowl, year after year, running over the same
old ground, what have we found, the same old fears, wish you were here. The words from another song reverberated in her head over and over again like a stuck needle on a record. It was like when she was younger and her dad took her to the fair, almost forcing her to sit in the giant tea-pot that spun round and round at the speed of a comet. Her life was becoming the same. Spinning round and round in search of an answer, a solution. And she was already getting dizzy. “This can’t continue,” she said to the dog, drying her eyes, “I’m not going to let this happen anymore. I’m better than they are and I think it’s time to demonstrate it. After all, a little vengeance never really hurt anybody …” ***
“Do you need any help Lisa?”
“No no, I’m fine. I’m just making some pasties for the guys at work—it’s my boss’s
birthday. I want to give him something he’ll never forget …” she replied rather abruptly. And 10