There was a dead body on the train when Ylang Ylang asked to board. "There's a body at the back," said the train driver. "If you're not bothered." "Whose is it?" inquired Ylang Ylang. The train driver shrugged. "Does it matter?" Ylang Ylang shook her head. She needed to catch the train. Her mother was waiting for her arrival. There were gongs to belt and clouds to melt. Besides, she'd seen a dead body before; in the shipyards under the Ylang Ylang trees. In the rain the body had looked quite beautiful, a little like marble surrounded by blossoms. THE END
This picture and story was inspired by FKJ's song Ylang Ylang off the EP Ylang Ylang.