She kills for thrills

The Letter S

The big station clock chimed 9 as I sat at the bar sipping my second cocktail in a cocoon and waiting...While outside gentle spit spots of rain tapped lightly against the window. As I looked out, the city was a live hive of city types with big black brollies spilling over bridges and pavements and into roads. Making their way home in cabs and buses and tubes where they'd avert their eyes in a speechless daze behind redtops and broadsheets and glossy style magazines that plied their stock-in-trade hyped images of fast cars and designer homes with the latest trendy wallpaper this, and shiny flooring that, and Italia furniture features and ads where they could play out their dreams of a shiny happy people glossy life.

Only to look up when their stop or station loomed large and the bus or train spewed them out into the glistening street or acrid-aired station where they made their way home to their flats and pads and gaffs and cottages and loft apartments and country piles in Hampstead and Wimbledon and Richmond, and the further reaches of Ascot and Epsom and St Albans and Leighton Buzzard and Epping Forest. So many people in search of the perfect world trying to live out perfect lives going home to their Persian cats or their French bulldogs or their Swedish wives or Gambian husbands.

All this against a backdrop of runaways, drug abuse, asbos, unwanted pregnancy, teenage binge drinking, sex traffickers and immigrants.

Three city traders walked in trying to outdo each other with jibber jabber of the day's acquisitions and the state of the Dow Jones and Footsie and the Nikkei and how wheat prices were rising along with the Yen and BP share prices were falling and how much they stood to make in bonuses and blah blah blah!

I observed with interested detachment, comparing their hamster wheel mainstream existence to my own rootless one. I leant slightly leftwards to catch the gist as their conversation turned more conspiratorial and they looked my way. The dagger tip pricked my thigh and a blood stain seeped dark against the silky material of dress. It reminded me of the delights of the night ahead and what sport I would have with one of these stuffed pig city traders. I could hardly contain my disgust and delight as one of them walked over...