100 words: gang
Thursday, March 13, 2025
She catches up with him in the corridor outside the classroom. He’s backed into a corner, she’s holding back, swaying from her ankles, her hand gripping her shoulderbag, pulling the strap down taut. They each have thousands of words - using a few is what just turned the classroom into a killing jar of derision at them they’ve just fled - but nothing will return the humanity that was just sucked out of that room. He tries “Where do they get that…. certainty?” She says “Fear of each other”. He says quietly “We don’t have that”. She says: “We don’t”.