Erasure

by George Anderson

In the Great University Hall two students sit chatting before the exam. I vigorously fling an eraser at them to gain their attention. The rubber bounces in wild arcs and it eventually rests next to a memorable brass plate. A brother smiles broadly, collects the eraser and in short gasps of breath he begins to explain the significance of the toss to me. Angry, I say to him dismissively, "It landed there by chance!" Glancing up, he looks shattered; his firm world cleaved open.

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George Anderson was born in Montreal and presently lives in Wollongong, Australia. He blogs at Bold Monkey.