Donny sits on the art drawers. His boots swing, untied laces tapping on the metal handles.
Mr Kearney leans against his desk, arms folded. He’s wearing his I’m here to help you face. ‘Gonna tell me what happened today?’
The gonna puts Donny’s back up straight away. No teacher says gonna unless they’re trying to get something out of you. ‘Lots of stuff happened.’
‘Don’t be a smartarse. What happened between you and Anthony Rawlings?’
Swearing now. He must be rattled.
‘Anthony’s in a bad way, Donny. He could be scarred for life.’ The muscle under Mr Kearney’s eye twitches. ‘And there’s a craft knife missing.’
Huh. So they do count the knives. He doesn’t care. It’s well hidden, waiting for the next time.
And the next.
Written for Sonya at Only 100 Words’ Three Line Tales. Even I have to confess to taking the mick with this one – three lines, my backside. I official disqualify myself.
However, I shall leave it saying Three Line Tales, so anyone interested can pop along and take part – always a great photo prompt and always wonderful responses.