Clarissa

When I finally returned to school, Clarissa hugged
me. She had bought me a chicken wrap from the
canteen. This was touching. I couldn’t imagine any
buddies at my old school being so thoughtful.
Richards would certainly have been entirely out
of his depth. The teachers all knew. They treated
me humanely, like I was delicate china. Assembly
is what really startled me. The Headmaster
requested a moment’s silence, in which we were
to reflect on the blessing of our parents. I knew
he was thinking of my loss. All heads turned my
way. Beside me, Clarissa squeezed my hand.
A bolt of electricity shot through me. I looked up,
and into Clarissa’s eyes.

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Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist