Thursday, 11 October 2007
The Paper-Thin Woman
It had been a week since my colleague stopped coming to work without leave. When I went to his place to check on him I found him lying on his bed hiding under covers. I asked what was wrong and he replied, "That woman over there says I mustn't go out." I looked at where he pointed. Then I saw in the narrow crevice only a few centimetres wide between the fridge and the wall, a long-haired, paper-thin woman staring at us.