School Daze

Mr. A glared at me over his spectacles. ‘Sit down, Mrs. K.’
I sat on the edge of the seat opposite Mr. A, so distant at the other end of his massive desk. Miss. N perched on a chair at my side.
‘We’ve had some complaints about you, Mrs. K,’ the Principal said.

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Not So Relieved…

Later, I decided the boxes of bazooka ammunition should go too. As the hatch flew open, I tossed them. They landed with a decisive thud, then a series of cracks and bangs like fireworks as they hit the flinty stone. Not such a clever idea.

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