I look at the register and sigh.  I can see at once from the eager faces in front of me that Morag is late again.  The children wait for me to explode – a daily sight of late.  So I take a deep breath, count to ten and start reading out the names. 


            ‘Aye, miss’


            ‘Aye’ and so on until I come to Helen.  She is wriggling in her seat, hardly able to wait for her name to be called.  She almost shouts over my question.

            ‘Aye miss.  I’m here.  But I’ve a note for ye from Ma Hamilton.  Here y’are miss.’

            A few minutes silence while I scan the scruffy piece of paper.  How in Heaven’s name do I keep a straight face?   

            Please excuse Morag. She hasnae come because she hasnae went.  I’ve gave  her something tae mak her go.  As soon as she’s been, she’ll come. 

Yours and oblige,

E. Hamilton.    Victoria’s prompt is to write something about school –  My contribution is a fictionalised version of a story told by my Scottish sister in law, who used to be an infant teacher.  I hope the dialect is comprehensible.


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19 Responses to LATE

  1. You can’t comment otherwise but with the word funny here! Thanks for sharing!


  2. Poor Morag! Did she have a soap injection? I remember struggling on the floor whilst our neighbour, a lusty barmaid, inserted a sliver of soap. Today it would be counted an assault.


  3. Mike Patrick says:

    This is marvelous. I found this but it’s due today and I’m not sure of your word count.


  4. jinksy says:

    So glad I didn’t miss this one! LOL


  5. Elaine says:

    Very good.
    I can vouch for the authenticity of such a note. Years ago I used to teach in the east end of Glasgow, and one day I got a note (which I still have) which was written on the torn off flap of an envelope. It says…
    Doreen has been in bed since last week she came back from her outing not well with Flu
    yours her Mother.


  6. David King says:

    Has the ring of authenticity.


  7. Bodhirose says:

    This is so funny and very cute, you never know what to expect when working with kids. I love the language/accent–you got it perfectly.


  8. Janet says:

    I laughed OUT LOUD in the quiet house with sleeping kids!!! OH MAN, I love your writing!


  9. 1sojournal says:

    This had me howling. Read it aloud to my daughter and then both of us howled together. It’s wonderful reading it aloud. Thanks for that laughter,



  10. mish says:

    Priceless ! It could even be used in an advert …


  11. This is too fun! If you put “flash fiction contests” in search maybe you’ll find something. Priceless. Thanks for joining in. When we walked the dogs this morning the kids were on the way to school. One little boy had a “bouquet” of cookies. His mother was running to catch up with him with whatever it was he had forgotten. Too cute. Kind of makes me want to go back to school. :0)


  12. earlybird says:

    Love it!


  13. Tilly Bud says:

    Great story Viv! Can’t you enter it somewhere?


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