Underlying Shadows by Léa Wheatley-Maltais

  The big-hand froze as our staring contest awaited the ringing of the final bell. I was usually pretty good if I could focus but I had to admit, he was winning; hanging there with colourful fall leaf cutouts that everyone had made last week created a border around my opponent. Almost as if the clock was the focal point just asking for a stare down, Miss Edwards stood directly underneath, her red skirt adding to the display, as if she…

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