A Drabble Story, part 3

I was working on a drabble last week, just as an exercise to get the writing juices flowing, when it turned into something else. Seven hundred words later I had a series of drabbles that were converging on a possible story and, since I'll be launching a serialized story this summer (on Amazon Vella), I thought I'd add a smaller serial here. I'm not sure I'll go past the original 700 words, but the commitment by you and I will be small, at least. :)

Ben felt like a prisoner in his own stupidity and the teacher’s stare and her glass’s glare made him feel like one of those off-planet captives that come into port wearing titanium shackles and holding a bullet in their mouth. Ben knew it wasn’t a real pullet, only shaped like one. Ben also knew they tasted terrible. He looked up at the teacher and grimaced a smile that told her everything she already suspected. Ben was too stupid for her class and this school and too dangerous to be anywhere else. He scratched harder at his head with blood-caked nails.

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