An Unimportant Failure
Nothing worth remembering.
That fifth period class—where Moesha braided Katherine’s hair, Neina screamed; and Chastery, Jowayne and Zaire did no work—fades to insignificance. No homes called, no repercussions planned—only the slightest sense that my partner will surely criticize something when she returns.
Not important now.
The dwarf Chinese Maple stands in full foliage. The empty spaces have filled in with green. The lawn is once again a meadow.
drowned out by a chorus
Photo by Emiel MolenaarHire An Editor