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Lucille's Head, Part I

Lucille achieved her dreams by the age of 28. It took several years more before she realized that tragedy. By all appearances, she was content. Well employed, well dressed, well housed. She was an exceptionally good nodder; naturally she was resoundingly well liked. Everyone loves a good nod.

Inside Lucille's head, she knew she was one ticket away from the crazy bus. If the special set of circumstances occurred, she would snatch that ticket and hop that bus and all hell would break loose. Occasionally, she envisioned that scene, and sometimes she longed for it. (When the special circumstances occurred, the sheer simplicity of it was unexpected, though).

A short slide over an ice patch did the trick. She had exited the train at her usual stop at the usual time; made her usual purchase of a small, black coffee and began her usual short trek along the city sidewalk toward her office. The walkway had been cleared of snow and salted, but her right foot set upon an unsalted patch and she slid forward about two feet. She did not fall; she wobbled a bit until she regained her footing. The coffee slipped from her hand and hit the ground, her shoulder bag dropped heavily onto her crooked elbow. Even before her eyes moved upward from gazing down at the shattered coffee cup, Lucille snapped. She sat down, dumped the contents of her bag between her extended legs and smashed the shit out of her cell phone using her Blackberry. Then she hacked the Blackberry to pieces using a large key. She opened her wallet and flung every photo and plastic card onto the snow bank. (She jammed the cash into her coat pocket: she wasn't completely psychotic). She flung the wallet aside. When she stood, she stomped the bag a few times before heading to her new destination.

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