Guilty Pleasure
The silence was tangible. Painful.
Every now and then a rustle of movement was heard, a creak of footwear, a stifled cough.
Charlie tried to swallow quietly, his heart shouted his guilty presence.
“I’m quite prepared to stand here all day!” the Master threatened.
Ted slowly turned, glowering at Charlie.
“Which bright spark of a budding scientist is responsible for the nature artwork in the school yard?”
Supressed laughter disturbed the silence as Charlie’s pores opened – glistening, exposing his fear.
”Well?!” the Master hollered.
Shaking, Charlie slowly raised his hand.
“Please Sir, it’s a Christmas tree!”
Detonation! Laughter Boomed!
I don’t think the Master should be too hard on him.
Susan A Eames at
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Oh I do hope you’re right 🙂
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Definitely worth the detention!
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Absolutely! 🙂
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This is a great take on the prompt. You described the situation very well.
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Thanks granonine, I appreciate your feedback 🙂
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Ha ha ha ha. Boys will be boys 🙂
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Yes, love them 🙂
Thanks for commenting
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There are way worse things he could have done… 😉
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That is so true 🙂
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