It just doesn't make sense. You come to expect certain things from people
by how they look and talk. You come to expect certain things from people
based on what their parents are like and what they have achieved; you know,
the whole like father like son thing? Not Marvin. The first day he walked
into class, I was sure that his favorite hobby was reading and that his
momma was his best friend. His short perfect hair and aviator style glasses
and suit coat over overalls were just too much evidence to ignore. It's
difficult not to remember the first time he stepped into the classroom.
"Class," Mrs. Singer said. "I want you to all welcome Marvin who will be
with us the rest of the year."
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ReplyDeleteooh, I like this! Looking forward to seeing where it's going!
ReplyDeleteMarvin. I like him already. Glad to meet you, Marvin. So, what do you know? How will you change everything?
ReplyDeleteIs this a poem or a story?
ReplyDeleteEither way, I love the image of the overalls and the suit jacket...that is an intriguing character--One I won't forget. I read this as a poem and liked it. But it could become a story. Not sure it needs to.