Fantasy Drabble #60 “Telepathic Intervention”

The Principal stood at the intersection of the two main hallways, as students flowed past him like fish past a coral reef. From some he sensed only mundane worries, but from others…

“Mr. Ridgeley,” he called out, crooking a finger at one student, reeling him in from amidst the crowd. “How is everything at home?”

“Uh… why, did someone say something?”

“Nobody’s giving away any secrets. Why don’t you come by the office later and we can talk?”

A sigh. “Okay.”


He knew the boy wanted to tell someone. Once he did: CPS was just a phone call away.

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