susanlucilledavis
The student council was falling apart. No one would listen. My heart sank as I listened to their bickering and namecalling. I wondered if I would ever be able to help them sort things out and learn to listen to one another again.
The boys in the corner who were just issue snarky comments to the rest caught my eye. I mouthed to them to make a positive contribution or shut up. They shut up. My day was not getting any better.
One of my colleagues walked in. The one who thought he knew everything there was about keeping kids in line. I hated him. I wished he would shrivel up into a dried apricot.
The table possessed craftsmanship like a house might possess a spirit.
It glowed luminously, with curves and lines that haunted.
It held the bulk of lifetimes.
I am sitting on the shore, nearly alone except for the toddlers and mothers down the way. My chair is sinking into the wet sand. I hear the shushing of the waves.
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