Course Correction – a short, short story

“These are the questions, you have thirty minutes to complete this test,” said the teacher as she returned to her desk.
The boy looked at the blackboard and sighed.
There were ten questions in all. Mathematics turned brain to mush.
In his mind, he could see his father scolding him.
He could see his mother shaking her head in anguish on seeing his report card.
He looked at the next bench. The boy who sat there got the best grades in class.
He sneaked a glance at his sheet. He could see all the answers.
‘I can copy from him,’ he thought.
That could save him from the trouble at home.
He thought for a minute.
Something about the idea did not seem correct.
‘No, I will not copy,’ he said to himself and began to answer on his own.

Waiting for a New Year

Waiting for the days to go by,

waiting for this year to roll by

Hoping to wake up from a bad dream,

praying for a nightmare to finally end.

Lives, livelihood wiped away,

hopes, dream washed away,

Hiding behind masks, staying out of sight,

shadows it has cast are long and sad,

seared hearts and scarred souls

Yet the human in me shouts out

light a candle, pray, don’t give up hope

wait for these days to go by

wait for this year to roll by..