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FF – Freedom of Choice

Photo credit belongs to Roger Bultot

Freedom Of Choice

Ms Mwanna tutted at the “You can be whatever you want” poster above our classroom door.

“Pigswill!” She muttered. “You will no more be a basketball player than I’m an astronaut. Dreams without realism are just failures waiting to happen.”

There’s another poster inside that says “There’s No Such Thing As Failure”, but I didn’t show her that one. Mr Coe had left our story books open on our desks and I wanted her to see mine. It was called “Someone I Love” and I’d written about her and me. I drew a picture of us making cards for Mummy.

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I once heard a Primary School announcement tell kids “Don’t let anyone tell you you can’t do something!” I get what they were trying to say, but parents and teachers have to tell kids this all the time (you can’t fly, no, it’s not safe to leap from the top of the climber…, etc).

These ‘inspirational lines’ are difficult and divisive even among adults. When I write stories about Melanie, Ms Mwanna is my favourite adult in her life, but sometimes readers don’t like her attitude; I suspect this will be one of those times. Still, if you like Melanie, or you want to understand more why she loves her cynical old neighbour and takes her to the school open night, you can find more stories about them here.

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Inspiration Monday – Name From A Hat

Here’s my story for Inspiration Monday – others will be posted on the host site on monday. This one is just a little scene – I found the prompt challenging and making time to write something even more so this week, so it’s not a story in itself I’m afraid.

Selection Process

The Head was droning on about playground games. Sarah nudged Gavin and whispered, “So, what are you doing for Valentine’s?”

“Just chocolates and a card,” Gavin replied. “Flowers are such a rip off in February.”

“Last of the great romantics. But I meant for them.” She gestured to the rows of heads in front of them. A few were whispering and fidgeting but she let it go for now.

“Oh. Names from a hat, I guess. Bit like Secret Santa.”

“Better than car keys in a bowl, I suppose.”

“Or spin the bottle!” Gavin laughed. “Actually, that’s how I met Alice. Did I ever tell you? Never did get the stains out of the carpet – my Mum thought it was blood!”

“Blood?”

“Ketchup. It was fine until the lid fell off!”

Sarah noticed two of her class pushing each other. She tapped the closer of the two on the knee with her foot and shook her head when they looked up. They looked a little sheepish and stopped. “I thought you were supposed to use a bottle of wine.”

“Probably, but our parties … shhh.” Gavin smiled at the Head who was now glaring at him. Sarah leant down and pulled on the blazer of one of the boys who had been pushing, although in truth he’d stopped after her foot tap. It got her out of eyeballing the Head anyway.

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