Guilty Pleasure – Friday Fictioneers 8 December 2017


PHOTO PROMPT Dale Rogerson

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!

Friday Fictioneers

Damned Differentiation

Three pages to complete one sum to you and me.

I wasn’t that bad at maths but differentiation?… I could not make any sense of it. It took up half the school exercise book and usually ended up at least 3 pages to answer just one question.

Now if someone had told me why we would use such a confusion calculation I may have taken more interest. I have a vague recollection of someone telling me that I could use it in mechanical engineering.

But at the time, I hated it. I feared it.

The O’Level examinations were looming fast and I just couldn’t get anywhere with grasping my understanding of it.

We were regularly sitting mock tests and I was expected to pass the exam. I can remember being told not to worry about it as the previous year they had a paper on the dreaded subject so we wouldn’t be getting it again that year.

Haha. No kidding. You’ve guessed it!

We had one full paper totally on the dddreaded dddifferentiation. And guess what?

Yep. I failed!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Land of Confusion.”