Gym Class

by Barry
originally published at 03:26PM on Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Lenny looked up from tying his shoe, the still-smoldering remains of Mrs. Bark sputtering on the concrete in front of him. “Nice day, isn’t it?”

The grimy little girl simply stared at the remains of her former teacher. She ignored the old man as she clenched and unclenched her fists.

Squinting in the bright sunlight, Lenny stood and gazed off into the distance. “Looks like there’s a storm coming. Little girl like you should be inside with her momma where it’s dry. You run along home, now.”

The little girl stepped slowly away from the pair, one living and one dead, and stumbled off. Lenny watched her go, scratching his chin absently. He glanced down at the remains of the gym teacher.

“Teach you to laugh at a child,” he told the corpse.




  • from heartbeats echocho:

    hahaha i don’t know if this was supposed to be funny but, i thought it was.(i have a sick sense of humor : ] ) gym teachers ah reminds me of the movie mr.woodcock. you’ll have to sequel this…

  • from Barry:

    I’m a Stephen King fan, so short, weird, wham-what-just-happened-here?? stories like “Survivor Type” and “Morning Deliveries (Milkman No. 1)” from Skeleton Crew appeal to me :)

  • from White Hat:

    Spontaneous human combustion is only spontaneous if we don’t know why it happened. Nice job!

  • from stylorouge:

    talk about in medias res!

  • from Music-Hearted:

    I have to agree with heartbeats echocho, I found this very funny. The spontaneity is what makes it amusing. You should sequel!