miryamjacobi
It first happened by a railway. The first time he saw me. Or, the first time I saw him see me. I used to walk that way back from school. It meant I could be alone, and none of the other school kids would dare go near it. People used to tell stories about the tunnel being haunted. A girl died in there once, they say, about 60 years ago. Apparently she just stood right in the middle of the tracks, arms wide, chin lifted, screaming to the heavens, and boom. Some say she was naked, but I think thats a little over the top. I'm quite fond of the railway. There are always... things happening, slightly, dangerous things. Keeps you on edge. So it was nearly like I was expecting him to come.
I've always been...well... intrigued, by... secrets. Ever since I was little. Once, when I was about 3, I actually found the Christmas present draw and opened up every single present. Mine was a Po toy, the red bear thing from the Teletubbies. The look my mother gave me when she came in and found me, shit everywhere, that look has stuck with me forever. Does your Mum give you 'the look'? I guess I should have learnt my lesson then. Some secrets are better left wrapped up in the present drawer in the back of your parents wardrobe.
She rolls over, pulls a clump of dirt out of her hair, long enough for the audience to think they are 'safe,' and then she looks up at them. "It's rude to stare, you know."
Then she might smudge some dirt off her body in some way and turn back over.