Kate Donovan

If Only

I’m walking through the empty school hallway. Kids are in their classrooms, admin is at their desks. As I pass by the boys’ washroom, I smell a familiar aroma. It’s weed. I freeze. There is no misunderstanding when it comes to that smell. I wait outside the washroom door. After a few minutes, a little kid comes strolling out. It’s Liam. He’s only ten years old, for God’s sake! But it tracks. It isn’t hard to believe that he has gotten his hands on some weed. But did he actually think he wouldn’t be found out if he smoked it in the washroom at school?