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Sunday Snippet and Screaming
May. 10th, 2020 11:14 pmThe screaming comes from work — I was supposed to teach a live lesson when Teams just...died. Gremlins in the internet. I “fixed” it by uninstalling and reinstalling the app. Feelings and tech problems and aoifha[ohaepuhqeoiaoj
Which brings me to my Sunday Snippet, a modern Xicheng story that is percolating, a slice of life thing. Lan Xichen is an art teacher and Jiang Cheng does...something. Anyway, this is one of the stories I’m working on right now.
“Well. You know how middle schoolers are,” Xichen began, as he rubbed a hand along Jiang Cheng’s spine. “Disgusting little monsters, the lot of them,” he said, voice full of fond exasperation. “Dana noticed a rather suggestive drawing scribbled on the wall outside her classroom. It was about a foot off the floor, so she had a pretty good idea who the culprit was. She had set Asher Jenkins out of class earlier in the day for some minor infraction. She didn’t think much of it. She didn’t even write him up.”
Which brings me to my Sunday Snippet, a modern Xicheng story that is percolating, a slice of life thing. Lan Xichen is an art teacher and Jiang Cheng does...something. Anyway, this is one of the stories I’m working on right now.
“Well. You know how middle schoolers are,” Xichen began, as he rubbed a hand along Jiang Cheng’s spine. “Disgusting little monsters, the lot of them,” he said, voice full of fond exasperation. “Dana noticed a rather suggestive drawing scribbled on the wall outside her classroom. It was about a foot off the floor, so she had a pretty good idea who the culprit was. She had set Asher Jenkins out of class earlier in the day for some minor infraction. She didn’t think much of it. She didn’t even write him up.”
