Notes from An Alien

~ Explorations In Writing { and reading and publishing } ~

Friday Story Bazaar ~ Tale Twelve


Give Me a Break!

by
Alexander M Zoltai
Dedicated to
Will’o’Stars

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She just couldn’t understand it.

What was wrong with him?

She’d asked a question and the teacher ignored her—turned away and answered that young girl’s question instead!

She got up and left the class…

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She arrived home; exited the car; said, “Good evening”, to the driver; and, approached the villa’s front door.

She stopped on the veranda, turned back to the long driveway, unslung her camera, and snapped a shot of the Sun disappearing behind the front gates.

She said to the trees, “Maybe I don’t need the class—I’m more than likely a naturally artistic photographer.”

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She was a 65-year-old widow, incredibly lonely, and not given to soliciting other’s opinions.

She stayed away from the school for a month, solicited opinions from her friends (all three of them quite shocked she’d even asked), and decided she’d give that rude instructor one more chance…

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Armed with her camera’s memory card, she stopped at the instructor’s desk, just moments before his always punctual 4:10 beginning of class, and said:

“Take a look at these, I’ll collect them next week.”

She pivoted and left…

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The following week, she arrived (again, just moments before the class began) walked up to the instructor’s desk, and said:

“What did you think?”

“About what?”

“The photos I left with you…”

“Oh, those…”

“Well?”

“I think they’re sufficient proof that you desperately need this class.”

She stormed to the door, turned, and said:

“Where do you get off telling me what I need and don’t need? I am abandoning you to your petty pursuits and will mail you copies of the publications that will carry my photos.”

She slammed the door—very hard…

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The instructor faced his class of stunned students.

He held each of their stares in turn.

Finally, he said:

“You all may, at some point in your careers, develop an attitude about your supposed talents. If you’re now harboring delusions of innate superb talent; please, go earn as much money as that woman has, then come back and ask me what I think.

“And, in case you think I was too harsh with her, do, please, remember, she didn’t even think to retrieve her memory card.”

~~~

Her three friends, after a week of listening to tedious harangues about the “idiotic instructor”, abandoned their esteemed role as friends and enrolled in the man’s class…

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