This piece was written for the Six Sentence Challenge, with the prompt word of ‘beat’.
Angus Hardy’s heart beat only for the imported American teacher, Miss Anderson, with her green eyes, set in her lightly freckled face, mesmerising him to the point that he imagined they were looking deep into his and knew what he was thinking, making him blush and quickly look away.
During a boisterous game at lunch, Angus’s short pants suffered a tear up the seam that exposed his leg up to the waistband, which he clutched at to disguise as he returned to the classroom, but Miss Anderson spotted him and said ‘Angus, what have you done to your pants, come here and let me see.’
Miss Anderson tut-tutted, opened her desk drawer, produced a sewing kit and proceeded to sew up the tear until, as her fingers brushed against the skin of Angus’s thigh, the embarrassment that had begun to plague him night and day arose and announced itself in no uncertain terms, causing a clearly flustered Miss Anderson to order Angus to return to his seat, which he did with his hands covering his crotch.
Next morning, as the students entered the classroom, they faced their officious Principal, who announced that Miss Anderson had returned to America, for personal reasons, and then commanded that students turn to Page 43 of their English books.
That night, in the golden glow of his bed lamp, Angus summoned all of his imagined telepathic energy to assure Miss Anderson that he would come and find her and marry her one day and as he drifted off to sleep, he closed his eyes, imagined the pillow was her heart-shaped face, and gently kissed her good night.
How far can imagination take someone?
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Everywhere, Reena, thank goodness.
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☺️
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I’ve nothing seamly to say. (Don’t that beat all!)
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Behold the Pun King. 🙂
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Something only a guy could appreciate 🙂 But it seems his heart had the best, if lofty, intentions–to find, and marry her💖 There’s nothing like innocent young love…
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Hopefully women too because we all experience innocence at some point.
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Indeed so.
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I am sure Doug, your story will bring back memories to more of us than we care to admit.
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I hope so, Spira. Certainly I’ve never forgotten. 🙂
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Ah, love and lust, the twin torments of teenage lads!
Angus has my sympathy, he lives in all of us, I think.
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Indeed he does, ceayr.
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It sounds like Miss Anderson got out of there just in time.
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He can but dream, as with many a teenage crush.
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May he always, Keith.
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Ah, the stages of the teenage boy’s crush, Doug. The details delicately described and the embarrassment screaming through!
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Many thanks, Jenne. Based on a certain writer’s experience, which always helps. 😉
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Awww, first love budding.
But I’ll bet she went home for other reasons; noble response from a young boy at the age of “it’s all about me…isn’t it.*
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In a longer version of this story, his mother spotted the repair work, wormed the story out of Angus and the inevitable followed, but Angus stayed true. Still does. 😉
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always a pleasure to read you
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Thank you, UP, you’re very kind.
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Hopefully he’ll forget about it soon.
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He never has. 😉
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That first crush can warm the cockles of your heart in the remembering for years to come.
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It surely can, Mimi. 🙂
PS – I’ve raised this before but I can’t seem to find any way to comment on your pieces on your site. Am I missing something?
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The anguish of Angus and his tell tale heart. Well penned, Doug. I feel I’ve read the longer version somewhere but these six sentences are very effective.
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Thanks, D. You have read the longer version but I thought it was worth a second outing and paring it down to six sentences was a useful exercise.
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Yep, I know what you mean about re-milling a piece.
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Deftly penned tale of first love crush and the inevitable embarrassment that always seems to follow for those in it’s throws. We never forget our first, do we Doug?
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Many thanks, Denise, and no, we don’t. 🙂 PS – I think Angus was less tied up in his blankets and more a victim of his throes. 😉 Damn auto-correct!
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Oh, my. “throes”. How sleepy was I for not catching that one, lol
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