Jimmy arrived pre-dawn on Friday. Most of the kids were sleeping in the school hall, none had been allowed to sleep in the pods. He opened the door to the once beautiful floored school hall quietly, some night lights lit the scene and painted it eerie. Mr Knowles looked up on his arrival, he had been reading, slouched on a chair, his old suit and balding head gave the impression of a tired tired aged owl. At his feet, in the dark cavern they had constructed, the pods lay dark and oval.
"Today's the day then" Said Mr Knowles, putting down the book. Jimmy walked to him, he looked at the title,' Stig of the Dump'
"Jam jars for windows." Said Jimmy.
"I feel more compelled to look back into my years rather than forward at nothing Jimmy. It's a great story. Have you decided?"
"I have." The old teacher nodded and said:
"Mr Macka has not returned, I wonder if something happened." Jimmy shrugged. " Who then Jimmy?"
"Whoever wins the game." He said sombrely.
"A game, is that fair?"
"It's better than me just choosing, that's not fair." Others had begun to stir at the conversation. Natural light slowly entered the room as Friday dawned. Soon, everyone was listening. Jimmy said:
"British Bull Dogs, you know, Red Rover, Cocky Laura. The teachers are the bulldogs and go in the middle. The first ten caught aren't coming."
YOU ARE READING
The Pole Shift
Science FictionEarth Crust Displacement, a theoretical and devastating geological event supported by Albert Einstein. What if it was about to happen, what if we knew it was upon us? What if some of us were being watched . . .
