Story :: Blowing Off Steam

I realised I’ve forgotten to repost this story. It was published in the Twisted Tales Anthology for National Flash Fiction Day! Contains rude words.

Also I’ve had some micro-stories accepted for the first issue of Commas and Colons! Check it out – looks like it’ll be really interesting.

 

Blowing Off Steam  (327 words)

“It’s always a bloody performance,” he shouts, stomping around the room. “If it’s not one thing it’s another! Oh I’ve left my tampons at home, oh the dog ate my homework again—”

I tune out the words and watch him prancing about. It’s hard not to crack up, but I distract myself with thoughts of a more sinful nature.

“God knows what the Ofsted inspector must’ve thought,” Sutter shouts, gesturing wildly at the ceiling. “I begged them not to put him in this class, but do they listen to me? Another genius fucking plan from this crackpot school!”

Sutter’s really getting into it now, and I lean forward with my chin in my hands to watch. I’m half listening, but the plan to stop myself laughing has worked too well. My mind is back on familiar ground; delicious, disgusting filthy ground. Jennie teases me but it’s just Sutter in those knitted jumpers, I can’t help myself. It just does something to me.

It’s my turn now, and I try to pay attention as Sutter comes over and starts laying into me again. “I mean, you’re a smart girl, Annabel, you should be looking at Oxbridge. I can’t understand this constant messing around, backchat, getting yourself in detention—” He throws his hands up—I can’t believe people really do that. “Detention! I haven’t put a sixth-former in detention for years!”

Sutter takes a deep breath and sighs like he’s got the weight of the universe on his shoulders. Seriously, teaching can’t be that bad. He’s obviously blown off most of the steam now, because he comes to perch on the desk opposite, looking down at me with those big, soulful eyes. I glance at the puppies on his jumper and I get a tingle downstairs.

He folds his hands over his knee and I stare at them, wondering what it would be like, what if—

“What do I have to do, Annabel, to make you behave?”

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About sarahgracelogan

Sarah Grace is an itinerant scribbler and general layabout. She runs a writing group called CAKE.shortandsweet, because any form of procrastination from actual writing is always attractive to the serious author of refined taste. When not distracted by laser pens, Sarah Grace writes novels, short stories and flash fiction, poetry, stage scripts and screenplays. She has performed her work at Stirred Poetry, Bad Language and Tongue in Cheek Manchester. Her first publication, Humping the Boonies is a self-published chapbook available directly from the author, or from Travelling Man, Manchester. You can find more details about her ongoing projects, not to mention a selection of free stories up for grabs right here on her blog. https://sarahgracelogan.wordpress.com/about/ She also likes to talk about theatre, film, books, photography, and especially games and other things that involve collaborative storytelling. Sarah Grace likes feedback, in whatever form it comes.

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