This is Part One of a short fiction.
Aligned in perfect symmetry, the desks of the classroom formed an ordered horseshoe. Upon closer inspection, Mr. Mero noticed that nothing had changed in the anarchic spirit of young independence. Chewing gum pocked the table legs and lurked beneath the surface out of sight. He even allowed himself a smile at a crudely carved penis. After all, he engraved the same in his childhood with some infant inkling of territorial pride.
Mr. Mero was as much an apprentice as the juveniles lining up outside — unfamiliar with his subject and nervous of failure.… [continue reading]