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#FF — Chosen by a Goddess

photo (c) J Hardy

WARNING: Disturbing content

Chosen by a Goddess

For years I watched them. My faded blue uniform, dingy yellow pail on wheels with filthy water, and heavy mop gave me a front-row ticket to the show.

Every morning and afternoon, they knelt before me, a chorus of chattering goddesses, their firm young bodies, scarcely covered many times. Oblivious to me, a school fixture as unnoticed as a metal wastebasket, I leaned and watched and watched.

Until one noticed me. Our eyes met and her kind face smiled – for me.

I waited each day until she stayed late one winter afternoon.

She was light as an angel’s feather.

[100 words]

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the creative host of Friday Fictioneers.

60 thoughts on “#FF — Chosen by a Goddess

  1. People like this are around us all the time. How can you teach your children enough to keep them safe but not so much they’re in a heightened state of anxiety about everyday interactions. Well done.

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  2. Oh, that’s positively sickening… great writing, but… Sends shivers down my spine. My school had a “weird” janitor like that.. almost. He was just WEIRD… don’t think he ever hurt anyone though.

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    1. I think with all of the surveillance cameras in schools these days, a weird janitor would have trouble getting away with much, but even the students know the places the cameras don’t reach…

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  3. Man that is a Really Disturbing Story but it is well told. That last sentence “light as a feather” just about did me in. I remember playing that game as a kid. I hope this creeper gets caught before it is too late. Ugh.

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