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Bluebottle
"Where did you find that?"
"On your desk, miss. I was just looking at it." A smirk.
"Go and take your seat." She opened the register and looked at the rows of faces. Sweat trickled down her sides. Their thoughts came like the fluttering of moth wings. She heard the boy who had picked up the comic book: "She won’t go quietly."
In the head’s office she heard: "Is this the last one". Was he thinking of her?
"Will you have a word with him? He has repeatedly challenged my authority." She became distracted by the buzzing in his head. She followed his gaze; a blue bottle bounced off the window. She knew, if she was not there, he would flick out his tongue and crunch the fly between his teeth. She shuddered. She was the last one.
As she slipped from the head’s office, the blue bottle fell silent.
