Missing essays and unexplained handprints.
Sunday, September 25th, 2005 04:29 pmSlartibartfast's construction platform -- a painted-yellow steel cage on the end of a long metal arm -- comes to rest outside the window of the teacher's lounge. He steps off and into the school with his suitcase, and the platform recedes into the distance. His suitcase bears sticky labels from Harare and Colombo.
He looks down. The carpet is wet.
He walks through to his classroom and folds the kitchen away. He looks at his in tray, and discovers to his disappointment that only one essay has been handed in. He may, regrettably, have to pass a list of names over to
principalconnor.
He looks out into the corridor and notices, for the first time, the bloody handprints on the wall.
He stands at the door of his room and says, out loud but to no-one in particular, "Did I miss anything while I was away?".
He looks down. The carpet is wet.
He walks through to his classroom and folds the kitchen away. He looks at his in tray, and discovers to his disappointment that only one essay has been handed in. He may, regrettably, have to pass a list of names over to
He looks out into the corridor and notices, for the first time, the bloody handprints on the wall.
He stands at the door of his room and says, out loud but to no-one in particular, "Did I miss anything while I was away?".