They were the perfect students, Judith thought, as she gazed at the rows of mute unblinking faces. Perfect, but somehow unnerving. Each year they came then, after a few months, left to go to jobs or University, or so she supposed. She repositioned the white board and in thick, dark pen wrote another line of grammar. *** Any bites?
Posted by benskia (Member # 2422) on :
Yey. I'll read it. Not quite hooked yet, but its got potential.
Posted by mikemunsil (Member # 2109) on :
I will read.
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