Flying under the Radar

Another day of good, old-fashioned fun with Jenny Matlock's Saturday Centus! As is the custom, I have added my hundred words to a prompt that is highlighted in a lovely shade of red, below. The result? Sure 'n 'tis nothin' but a wee little story for ye. (Yep, I'm warming up for St. Patrick's Day.)

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Flying Under the Radar

©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson

His eyes were drawn past the wide, empty window by circumstances beyond his control. It began with the seductive angle of sky meeting hardtop, the waves of heat coming off the blackened surface against the cloudless blue. Questions filled his mind, and not the ones the teacher was asking. His pencil moved as if to answer, tapping out a rhythm against the well-used desk, an unconscious protest against the boredom that consumed him.

“Braden,” the voice spoke sharply. “Braden, are you with us?”

His head dipped slightly, a grudging acknowledgment.

He had never been accused of being intelligent. Too bad, because the evidence was written all over him.

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{I am grateful for teachers who recognize a gifted child,

even when he isn't performing well.}