Lee opened his locker one morning and unleashed a wave of plastic cable ties. Rainbow Brite seaweed strands lapped at his ankles and tangled in his hands that tried to stem the flow. The sound roared down the corridors turning heads and stopping student traffic flow until the last few trickled down and bounced off his toes. His books had been cleared out, his goggles and stethoscope were gone and the remains of his lab coat could be tweezed out forensically from the metal edges of the locker door. On the revealed back wall was a mosaic of polaroids, snatches of wheat-coloured waves and twisted limbs. Lee slammed the door as shapes of thighs and an arched spine formed through the dim shadows inside the locker and gasps of moans fluttered through his ears in memory. His forehead sought the cooling metal and he hissed out excuses to the intrigued crowd.
He waited there until the rest of his class had shuffled into the lab, not wanting to leave the locker unguarded, unprotected. His hands were buried deep in the pockets of his jeans to better fight the urge of another look. When the coast was clear Lee slid his thumb under the edge of the centre photo and inspected the blue eye that peeked through all that hair. It wasn’t quite fear squinting through the instant film, but something close.
When are you coming back?
He tugged the rest of the photographs down and tried to shuffle them into the complete picture. Close-ups of skin and freckles, lace and the strain of shiny suspenders and malleable nylon. And scored into the white border of an artistic blur of a bending torso were her last words in his ear.
[I have the vaguest notion that she's a girl that kidnaps herself but truly I have no idea where I was going with this.]
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