HIDING PLACE 1978.

I hid in the work shed when I heard the male matron calling my name (the big twat) I had a class jar filled with earth and black ants and watched them make tunnels and kill any who were odd ones or stragglers and he called out my name Benedict where are you? I kept silence stifling the urge to laugh until he'd gone then I sneaked out and went a different way and after an hour or so he'd say where have you been I've been looking for you everywhere? and I said o I was in such and such a place and he raised his bushy eyebrows like waking up sleeping caterpillars and said but I looked there and I said o must have just left then and once in the staff room having morning or afternoon tea I'd have a copy of Ezra Pound's Pisan Cantos open and read to myself while others (women) chatted about this and that like o that Mrs Biggins she went a wet my shoes or that Mr Gubbin went and touched my backside as I went past and I thought how hard up does one have to be to do that I mean her backside of all backsides although Mrs Bee had a nice one I guessed imagining waking up to it most mornings like her husband must have done and Win said where have you been hiding out that twat's been looking for you? has he? I said well there's a thing then I put away the Ezra book as the bell (on the wall) began to ring.

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