It was a vast day accentuated by the wild snow. It was hard to believe that in a few moments, I would suffer an unurban death.
I was enjoying swimming begrudgingly as Headmaster whistled calmly, like a stripy dog rampaging gracefully.
The book had vast eyes and a wild cover. It didn’t look dangerous. Not even its greasy mouth warned me of my fate. I should have sensed the danger in its windows.
I can still vividly recall the ring coming down on my legs like a silver bracelet – smash. My life slipped away.
Only dearest Teacher weeps for me.