Big Green Hat

Today, outside the quiet room, the screaming class for the children included bells and stomping lessons. It sounded like a very jolly mole hunt. Or maybe an Elf on the Shelf had gone rogue.

The older guy with the John Deere hat came in to read and yawn like a cartoon bear, great big screaming yawns. He also had several unapologetic coughing fits and a plug of phlegm that just wouldn't dislodge. And, of course, a phone conversation:

WHAT?

HUH, OKAY.

I'M GONNA GET RIGHT ON THAT.

UH-HUH.

WHAT?

YEAH, OKAY.

I noticed he was reading a different book, by the way.

A little boy in a Cliff Huxtable sweater came in carrying several picture books as big as him and sat quietly to read. A few minutes later, a name was called over the speaker system to come to the front desk. He looked up sheepishly, took his books, and left.

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