It was always a slog, the long winter term. The days were getting shorter. Geraldine left home in the dark and it was dark as well when she got back. The children were fractious. They too were tired. And over-excited: Halloween, Guy Fawkes and Christmas. It never stopped, not even on Sunday.

The words in the exercise books began to dance in front of her eyes. Black or dark blue on off-white. Occasionally her own green pen marks. Green was the new red. “Don’t cover their books in red marks,” her PGCE tutor had said. Now, students were just as threatened by green.

She picked up the next one. It smelt musty and smoky. What kind of home does this child inhabit? She saw the name on the front cover. Ah. That might explain it.

“How’s it going?” said Tom.

“Getting there,” she mumbled. Except she wasn’t. She still had almost half of them to do.

“You really must keep on top of your marking,” Chris Arnold, the deputy head and her mentor had said. How? Seven classes of thirty students each? That meant 210 a week. Each one took at least twenty minutes to mark. What about the other things she had to do?

“Come on,” said Tom. “It’ll be dark soon. A break will do you good.”

She sighed. Yes it probably would. But she would worry about the work still left.

“Pack up now,” said Tom. She held her breath. He looked so good in his petrol-blue anorak and matching bobble hat. He was holding her bright red coat for her.

How could she resist?

She pulled on her boots and seconds later they were leaving the house.

Now she felt alive. The smell of wood smoke. The tingle of the cold air. And the vibrant oranges, reds and yellows of the leaves that were still left on the trees.

She gasped.

“Are you okay?” asked Tom.

She nodded. This was what she needed. An antidote to bland exercise books. “It’s so colourful,” she whispered.

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Piyali Ganguli
Piyali Ganguli(@piyali-ganguli)
10 months ago

I could almost see myself in your story. My life is equally colourless and for the same reason.

Juma
Juma(@juma)
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10 months ago

Oh Piyali, that is so sad! Are you a teacher as well? I hope you get outside to see something beautiful today.

Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
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10 months ago

I am so sad for you, Piyali. You need to go outside sometimes or take a vacation, relax and enjoy.

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Juma
Juma(@juma)
10 months ago

I love the end of your story, Gill, when our poor teacher finally gets outside and breathes the fresh air and sees all the glorious fall colors. I’m a bit shocked by her work load, though.

Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
10 months ago

Hello, Gill. I see my sister being a public school teacher with your protagonist. She also has the same workload at her job, especially since the home is away from the school where she works. She will cross a few more mountains and cross a few rivers before reaching the school. Sometimes when she comes home, she still needs to work until midnight to compute grades and many others. To make her unwind, we usually invite her for a Sunday bonding to make her stress-free for a while. Like what Tom did. It’s good that Tom is there to invite your protagonist out and breathe fresh air. Well done.

Christer Norrlof
Christer Norrlof(@christer-norrlof)
9 months ago

Reading your story, Gill, makes me remember those long hours when I was marking papers in the evenings during all those years when I was working as a teacher. I so much wanted to join my family or do other things, but I had to get it done and each one of them took a lot of time. I’m glad your protagonist, Geraldine, seems to have a loving and understanding partner. Good writing!

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