His stance spoke of the softness of academia. The protected air of hallowed halls shielding him from the realities of the world outside.
The slightly stooped shoulder curve. The narrow chest.
The low-carried paunch giving him the permanent look of a man who is wearing a child’s rubber ring underneath his plain grey work shirt.
His was a world of luncheons and learning. The dissemination of facts to a willing and, more often, unwilling audience.
After dust became dust colleagues would ask, “Who would want to kill him?”
The subterranean voices of long-forgotten children might scream in reply, “Who wouldn’t?”
This was rather chilling. Well drawn character though.
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Thanks Diane. I’ve got a bunch of story fragments in a notebook and rather than them just sitting there I’m trying to turn them into something – even if it’s only drabble length!
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Yikes!
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Well summarised 🙂
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Tidy stuff as always
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Cheers Lee. Hoping I can come up with something a bit more substantial than 100 words but it keeps it ticking over!
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it’s a hundred more than nothing.
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That’s deep and profound for a Monday my friend…!
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I like the dig and the subtext of distrust. I never liked my chemistry teacher as he had a masochistic streak as he enjoyed hitting people with his 3ft ruler, I am sure it is him you are writing about.
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Weirdly…my chemistry teacher had the same streak! He referred to his wooden ruler as “the bongo brain basher”. I hadn’t thought about him in years but clearly my subconscious was at play here…!
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Nice… very nice. Love you’re drabbles!
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Thanks Mel – this is one of the darker ones. I like to mix them up but it’s a format that appeals to me – especially when time for writing is limited.
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