by Raymond Boyd Dunn
Copyright 2013 Raymond Dunn
What am I going to do?
How will I get home?
He’s sure to be waiting for me at the top of the laneway which I have to pass on my way home.
I’m sitting at my desk in the Grade Five classroom, worrying about it while I should be listening to Mr Channing explaining something about angles ─ it was something about the hands on the clock. Don’t ask me what!
I must have been gazing out of the window, and I am suddenly brought back to the current seriousness of my position when a piece of chalk whistles past my head to break against the wall.
“Duncan! Wake up! Have you heard a word I’ve said?”
“Alright, what was I explaining?”