Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #13 April 2015 | Page 45

I can hear them now. A cacophonous babble of laughter and narcissistic self-congratulation coming from
the staff room. I’m cleaning up some sickly kid’s
hurled breakfast from the sky-blue carpet. The stench
stabs at my sinuses as I scrape up partially digested
Shreddies, and orange juice peppered with chunks of
carrot. But the deputy head bustles past, clutching the
treasured document in her hand, without so much as a
‘good morning Seth.’

Never could fathom why God and his angels had
given me this great gift, or what I was supposed to do
with it. 'WBF