Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #13 April 2015 - Page 45

I can hear them now. A cacophonous babble of laughter and narcissistic self-congratulation coming from the staff room. I’m cleaning up some sickly kid’s hurled breakfast from the sky-blue carpet. The stench stabs at my sinuses as I scrape up partially digested Shreddies, and orange juice peppered with chunks of carrot. But the deputy head bustles past, clutching the treasured document in her hand, without so much as a ‘good morning Seth.’ Never could fathom why God and his angels had given me this great gift, or what I was supposed to do with it. 'WBF