So many years I have given to this place. So many people, so many memories, so much bad coffee.
Searching through the cupboards to retrieve books borrowed and never returned, I am reminded of the whispered insults - I was a relic, no use any more, should jump before I'm pushed. Waste of space, most of them - never cared about the kids or the classes. That new girl has potential though, and I can't bear to throw books away. Instead, I cram the carrier bag into her locker, and smile as I leave the staffroom for the last time.
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Veronica Stone
Short story and flash fiction writer.
I love old movies, whisky and fountain pens.
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