She wasn’t the only one that didn’t turn up on the first day of school. Some things were made to sink without ripples. That’s why it didn’t blip when she didn’t turn up for senior year. Apparently Malinda was getting fucked in more ways than one. The type of guy that was part of a supply chain all too common in the town. It got around that she got suspended for a week for blowing someone in one of the cleaning stores. She’d walk by the little knots and cliques in the corridor and someone would say slut or whore in a stage whisper, loud enough for me to hear from twenty feet away. There was something a little darker about the girl. Just filling up the space around the people that mattered. The human equivalent of styrofoam package stuffing. The smart ones would get a one-way ticket out and never look back. School broke for summer and we never saw her again. A town too stupid to know it was already dead.Įxit Malinda Paige. A town full of hard people, made so because of the mountains we lived in. The 70s and 80s tore through the region like a disemboweling knife, spilling the guts of industry to dry under the summer sun. I think back to the start of last term, when the three young men that killed themselves. The entire town would sling a rope around a tree and clap and cheer as she jitterbugged her way to hell.
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