by Chris Fletcher

Created on: October 31, 2008

Something glorious is about to happen.

Shush. Keep quiet. That's the trick, you see. Let them do it. No active involvement all we can do at this point is watch.

Here, I saved you a seat. Well, I saved you a place next to me on the wall here. It's not the Hilton, but this shouldn't take long.

Over there, look. Do you see? In the window of the diner across the street. The blonde in the smart suit, sitting by herself. She looks sort of lonely, doesn't she? Not miserable, I don't think, just not entirely happy. You can tell if you watch closely she's been absently stirring that cup of coffee for three or four minutes now. Her mind is somewhere else.

It just breaks my heart, seeing a pretty girl wearing that expression.

Her name is Laura, by the way. It's important to know these things. Not always, not really. But usually. Since this is probably the first time you'll see this happen, and know that it's happening as you watch, I'll give you all the details.

So, yes. Laura. Twenty-six years old. The professional sort good job, nice car, that sort of thing. She still lives with her parents, but has been wanting to move out for a very long time. This is why she works so hard, you see. Slaves away in that advertising agency for her painfully flamboyant and homosexual boss Jacques de la Croix. She saves almost all her money, has done for about five years now. The idea, as far as she is concerned, is to buy a condo outright. Cash transaction, no mortgage. Quite a task, if you ask me.

Very responsible, is Laura. Perhaps a touch naive, but incredibly responsible.

You see, what she is thinking about right now, this very moment, is what she'll do this evening. It's just another Wednesday night, she's thinking: a cordial meal with the parents, complete with stunted conversation. Perhaps a glass of wine; or perhaps the bottle. She's open to seeing where that particular detail goes later. Some television she can ignore. She will shower: a long, motionless shower where she will make sure to swallow at least one mouthful of the water, as she has done every night since she was a child and will never quite know why.

She is quite stunning, don't you think? It is such a shame that she is sad. There is no adventure, you see. She does not quite understand the thought, but what she needs is a little risk. Not much; not a complete turnaround in her lifestyle. Just something a little dangerous. Some passion.

Her only boyfriend, ever, was a clumsy and ineffectual lover. He was uncomfortable in his

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