Inside, along with my piece comes to rest – there is the wonderful smoke by Nick Santos-Pedro and Forest from Shane Jesse Christmass (with many great lines like: ‘the grey-gold of the dying sun’) and The Pink Coral War by Lily Chan, with a great narrative, here:
“Toyo loved her English class. Every day she eagerly waited for her teacher to arrive. She gazed at his flawless profile, the straight nose, determined chin. His eyebrows were as straight as his accent. Toyo and her friends were devastated when he left for an inter-district transfer. He was a handsome dream.
Then their English textbooks gathered dust.
The replacement teacher was old and fat and they called him Gut. He mopped a gleaming forehead with a handkerchief and spat out adjectives, verbs and nouns like cigarette butts. Sometimes she daydreamed that her handsome teacher returned to the school, greeting her with joy”