Daily Archives: November 22, 2011

The powers that be struck. A child had been called to the head’s office.

No longer the apple of his eye, the teacher frowned at the smiling child.

One question, “Why the writing on the wall?”

Without losing her smile, she replied, “Some things must be written. Have you read it?”

True, he’d seen the offence but hadn’t read the words.

It read, “My mummy no longer has cancer.”

The teacher had known of her family’s struggles while their mother was sick, “Promise you won’t write on walls again and I’ll go see the head.”

Her grin broadened, “I promise.”

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“Are you sure it should be that colour?”

The five year old studied his drawing. His grass was coloured red, his sky green. The oddly shaped trees were blue of trunk, pink of leaf. The square sun shone bright blue.

“Look what the others have drawn. Do you see their colours?”

He looked at his neighbours’ drawings. All trees looked normal. All colours were ‘correct’.

“Wouldn’t it be better if you used real colours? Wouldn’t it be better if the trees looked like trees?”

The boy smiled, “If we were all meant to draw the same, God wouldn’t have made us different.”

“God didn’t make the grass red, nor the sky green and those hardly look like trees,” the teacher frowned.

“Why, miss, you passed each student and smiled, sometimes making a short comment. With me, you stopped and took in my picture. It made you think.”

“Pablo Picasso, you’ll be the death of me,” the teacher smiled.

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