by | Oct 11, 2022 | Fiction, Issue Twenty Nine

It is the last night of class. The students bring me gifts. Several bottles of gin, with the distinctive colored glass. These students came up with the answer that it’s my favorite kind. I keep watch on the window in the classroom door. I’m a nervous scholar, past and present. The students say they feel bad about the beginning of the semester. That first night, how they behaved. They say they know better now.

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