School Days

by

Stephen Cree

I remember Dale Grimes
he won't remember me.
Dale Grimes, schoolboy sadist
scourge of the meek
and my personal bully.
You have to give him credit
he was always inventive in his work.
That was the scary thing.
You never knew what was coming.
Pinning me down and dropping
daisies down my throat was one technique.
You would not have thought it possible
to suffocate on daisies, but that was Dale
a genius in his field.
Then there was the ultimate humiliation.
Dragged from the communal shower
and thrown into the adjoining school hall
with door held firmly behind me.
I covered what I could and wanted to die
NO, REALLY WANTED TO DIE,
naked in the gaze of two hundred mixed gender pupils.
How everyone laughed (exept me, I wept)
The whole school talked of that prank or years...
I wonder how many times my spec's
were broken when I was playing football?
At least that's what I told my mum
who bollocked me for not removing
the double-glazing before playing soccer.
I suspect Dale had brokered a deal with my optician.
I recall filling my pants one day
when I saw Dale approaching.
He didn't have to do a thing.
He enjoyed that one.
A measure of his power of intimidation.
"Creebo's shit his trousers,

Creebo's shit his trousers"...
I remember Dale Grimes.
he won't remember me..

NEXT?
Why don't you look at On a grey shrike thrush singing
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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