I’ve been away for two weeks and I’ve not been online that much since I left our home. So getting some inspiration with my two weeks teaching exposure here in a remote community, this is a short story about my experience earlier this day.
There’s the big boy again.
Restrain and gain composure, I tell myself.
Attention grabbing, classroom noise… why does he always start this?
Is there something wrong with him or it’s just his boyish nature?
Since it’s my last day here, I’ll smile outside even when I’m really boiling inside.
Before we leave, there’s a program to formally end our stay in this remote school.
After the singing and dancing, the boy approached me in his usual self.
Just like what I do with the rest of the kids, I piggyback him.
Now, the tots are crying but the boy is smiling while hugging me.
Later, I noticed that he became silent and I felt from my back that my shirt getting wet. I couldn’t believe he’s crying because I’m leaving now.
This boy is not that tough. Maybe I am not too. I was touched.
Photo prompt via Madison Woods.
the kid whizzed on you? lil’ bastard!
No, the boy cried.
oh, i couldn’t tell that. sorry!!
That’s okay. I thought he’s just kidding when he did that. He really cried.
What a lovely interaction…sounds so real in nature, and so sad in love and trust…
Here is mine:
I hope you don’t mind a little constructive criticism, but perhaps changing the shirt getting wet to his collar, or perhaps his shoulder, may clear up confusion?
Sorry if that’s not what you’re looking for here. I really enjoyed the story, thought it was sweet and somewhat truthful.
Mine’s well over the 100-word limit (191 words) but it’s here if you fancy it:
Nice story, feel-good ending.
Departed as friends.
Here’s mine: http://thebradleychronicles.wordpress.com/
Sometimes patience wins out. Nicely done.
The story unfolds in a nice organic way. The pacing seems to fit the mood so nicely. Well done!
Brian (Mine is here — http://pinionpost.com/2012/05/04/renovations/)
Goes with the old adage that you can’t judge a book by it’s cover. 🙂 Too bad they couldn’t have been friends all along but, hey, we need conflict for a good story, Huh?
Kinda confusing, I’m trying to figure out what the situation is. Is the narrator leaving the school and his friend/bully is crying because he’s going to miss him?
Here’s mine: http://sphrbn.wordpress.com/2012/05/03/friday-fictioneers-sharp-ends-prequel/
Hi there allen! thanks for your help about FF right there.
It’s good to see you around.
sometimes it is a small straw that breaks the camels back, an act of compassion, even a piggy back ride…
mine is here: http://oldentimes.wordpress.com/2012/05/04/old-wallpaper-friday-fictioneers/