I saw her do it the first time.
She screwed up her face, clenched her fists and bang…
That kid needs locking up, I thought, watching her at the funeral, that dreamy smile masking all that telekinetic energy.
The second time there wasn’t enough left to hold a funeral. I knew she was responsible, but no-one would have believed me.
She was amongst those offered counselling, but she opted out. No surprise there then.
This morning she’s been transferred to my class.
We’re running out of teachers.
Maybe I’ll take early retirement… sell up… move out west… I could even… oh shit…!
This week’s photo prompt is from Claire Fuller. Coincidentally I’ve just finished reading her excellent book ‘Our Endless Numbered Days’. I can wholeheartedly recommend it – a book that stays with you long after you’ve put it down. Well done Claire! Thanks to Rochelle for her continuing stewardship of Friday Fictioneers – and enjoy this memorable week, my friend. You’ve earned it.