Since he was eight, David had kept a diary. Every day, throughout the school year, he would write “Fine day. Full day’s classes”. Unless, of course, it was raining. Then he would write, “Raining. Full day’s classes.”
Only occasionally, if something really exciting or different happened, would he deviate from the norm. “Fine day. Full day’s classes. My birthday. Got a Swiss army knife.”
Now that he was all grown up, the words had changed but the pattern stayed the same. “Fine day. Full day’s work.” He grew bored with it. He started adding fiction. “Fine day. Full day’s work. Murdered a prostitute on Crown Street.” “Fine day. Full day’s work. Murdered a woman waiting at the corner of Adelaide Street and Beaconsfield Road.”
It was silly, but no one read his diaries of course, so it didn’t matter. His entries become more creative: “Fine day. Full day’s work. Set fire to the shoe factory on Herbert Street. Four people dead.” “Raining. Full day’s work. Left a bomb under the seat of a bus. Eleven dead.”
When a homemade bomb exploded in the back shed and David was killed, his mother found the diaries in his bedroom. She threw them into the incinerator at her work. She never told a soul.
Truth is stranger than fiction, or so I have heard.
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That’s true – and you also never know what’s hidden beneath what appears to be just an ordinary grocery list.
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Bruce, there’s another torrid tale, waiting for you.
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I see where many of the commentators on the latest posting on your blog have very imaginative imaginations.
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Fine twist – not what I might have expected.
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I’m glad you can still get occasionally tricked, Chris!
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The power of words….
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Yes! Thanks for the comment Sylvie.
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That’s a rich tale of a child blooming into a psychopath. His unwavering, fixated and methodical disposition is well captured through the sparse entries in the diary. The boy could have been a scientist or an athlete all the same, had he been given suitable impetus, which makes one wonder about other influences he had had in his life.
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“Fine day. Full days classes” was MY diary entry for five years of secondary school! Unfortunately I didn’t turn into an athlete but the methodical disposition possibly serves me well!
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The New Zealand has always been on my bucket list till now —time to rethink…
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LOL – I shall put the kettle on and start making the tea!
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Thought-provoking.
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Glad to have partially activated your grey matter!
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You know, there was a fairly famous legal struggle here in the US not so long ago in which the primary defense rested on a series of carefully kept daily calendars from decades ago.
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I believe I followed such a case fairly closely!
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Hmmmm…
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I thought when a small bomb exploded under the back wheel of the bus he was riding, the police investigated the riders and found his diary!
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OMG! You want to finish the novel at Chapter One!!
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Bless her heart!
It is a fine day here today.
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Just watch out for the fine weather…
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