Caned

Caned

(Fiction)

I don’t know what happened but he fell and careered across the floor like a motorcycle down a hill

I don’t know what happened but he upended and

ended up – on his head as though he were dead

I don’t know what happened but he slowly came round again as though resuscitated from a dormant state

I don’t know what happened but he gathered himself and left

I do know – what happened – I struggled to hold back the laughter at this serious event

How strange that we want to laugh in the empathy we feel – as though it’s a safety mechanism to escape nightmare recollections of a traumatic event

Like – when – back in the day – we got caned at school – three on each hand and rather than cry, we laughed – our nerve ends and thoughts in turmoil at the unjust punishment.

NB: Non-fiction: (6 of the best for getting arithmetic wrong)

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