On Wednesdays, Delores, from Under The Porch Light, has a meme which she calls
“Words for Wednesday”.
She puts up a selection of six words which we then use in a short story, or a poem.
I’m hopeless at poetry so I always do a story.
It’s a fun challenge…why not join in?
This week's words are:
Here is my story:
Tod Snelling was furious.
How dare they do this! Those snivelling, snotty-nosed little brats! Running away because he'd slapped one of them! Just a slap, kid wasn't even hurt, but he'd bawled like a baby. They needed to know who was boss around here. Those other teachers were all too soft, kids needed to learn their place.
His glaring eyes roamed the empty room. Every child was absent, every seat vacant.
Spinning on his too-high bootheels, Tod stomped angrily back into the hallway, where an entirely different destiny awaited him.
The principal, the security guard and two burly policemen.
His teaching career, barely begun, was over.
The children and their parents watched from the safety of the school library as Tod Snelling was taken away in handcuffs.
Six year old Peter Thomas stepped closer to his Dad and held a hand to his aching face, where a hand shaped bruise had spread across his cheek. Mr Thomas had photographed Peter's face and filed a complaint immediately.
The school board was in an uproar, all through teachers college and his year as teaching assistant, Tod had been an exemplary candidate.
Background checks would now have to be made on every other candidate currently in the system.
Media hounds would have a field day!