A single page of gel pen sketches of eyes, noses and mouths is left on Friday’s desk. Not faces, but the parts that comprise them, scattered across the page. Here, a more feminine eye with thick lashes. There, a button nose. Over there, a stern pair of lips in a frown. In the corner, an eye with under-eye bags.
[she is unable to decide if the author of the paper is making fun of her, or if one of the passengers is secretly a serial killer, so she just. throws the paper. away...]
Friday
It is not signed.
Re: Friday