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Friday, 16 March 2012

From Devil Pup - a work in progress.

By Steve Kemp who blogs at OldWebsterQuips

Chaz sat in Mrs. Chastain's first period art class. She was really a babe - young and beautiful, trim but buxom with long blond hair, smooth creamy skin and very pretty legs.

This morning she was wearing a white cashmere sweater and a cute, short, blue dress. Her blue eyes sparkled and you could tell she loved her work because she was always smiling.

Chaz glanced at Sonia Haas over in the next row, but she didn't notice him.

“Class,” Mrs. Chastain started - Chaz loved her voice - “Today we will be discussing how to make paper-mache masks. First, I want to show you some samples from some of last year's classes.”

Chaz hid a yawn. He always needed a couple of hours to wake up. She held up one cool mask of a demon, then another of a spotted leopard's face, and one of an Indian wearing his war paint. Chaz approved.

Then she handed out the strips of paper and the paste they would use and everyone worked through the hour on the masks.

As the class wound down, she started to discuss what they would be doing tomorrow. Chaz kept hiding his yawning but could not seem to quit. Yawning always made his eyes water like crazy and pretty soon a tear started to stream down his cheek.

He wiped it away, but couldn't stop the yawning, so he decided to see how many tears he could make. He caught Bob and Tom's eyes and looked at them sadly – then smiled at them. They grinned at him.

Pretty soon, Mrs. Chastain noticed it. “Chaz, are you okay?”

He looked up at her and calculated. He nodded.

She pressed the issue, “Are you sure?”

All eyes in the class were upon him now. He liked all the attention, and realized he could either pretend to be very sad and make up some dumb story, or else he could simply admit that all his yawning made his eyes water. But he saw his chance to be the mystery man.

He looked up at her sadly, “Oh, I'll be okay.”

She said, “Are you sure?”

He looked down at his hands, “Yes, yes. I'll be okay.”

He was loving it. Now she and all the girls in the class would be wondering about what was making him sad enough to cry in class while suffering in silence. Then the bell rang so everyone got up and started to file out.

“Chaz,” she approached, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, no,” he tried to look as sad as he could, avoiding her eyes while he closely checked her out, staring at her boobs right there in front of him. She was such a cute babe. “I'm okay, really.”

Then he gazed into her worried eyes and blinked so one final tear ran down his cheek. He slowly arose, put his head down and started out the door leaving her behind but feeling very good and smiling to himself all the way. What a great way to start the day.

[INVITATION: All elders, 50 and older, are welcome to submit stories for this blog. They can be fiction, non-fiction, poetry, memoir, etc. PLEASE read instructions for submitting.]

Posted by Ronni Bennett at 05:30 AM | Permalink | Email this post


I like the vignette, but you need one edit: "Chaz hid his yawn." Good job!

Great Story! Brings back days of teaching.

I can't relate to this story.

Hmm. One kibitz, one rave, and one pan.

(Walks away shaking head...)

I loved this quirky tale, I had the vision of Chaz in this classroom so clearly in my mind.. Yeah we all know guys love looking at beautiful women, it's not a crime, but the subterfuge and humour here delicious. My husband said to me after we married 'just becuase I'm on a diet doesn't mean I can't read the menu!' I replied,'OK as long as it's not Braille.' Long live the Chazs of this world, he did no harm and made me laugh..Thanks Steve

Thank you stroppy,your comment made my day!

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