Young woman of impeccable character and neat appearance required as schoolmistress for village school
Must be: disciplined, self-assured, modest, patient. Skills to include: a fluent hand, flawless arithmetic, clear singing voice (soprano or alto), love of the bible and traditional literature of an improving nature, knowledge of the British Isles and her dominions. A passion for clouds and the still air at dusk; for bluebells in sun-dappled woods; your hand on my breast, a gasp in my throat. And forever a longing for the girl I left bare-headed under the wide blue sky, beyond the squeak of the chalk, the dusty depths of the ink wells and the high, barred windows of the schoolroom.
M J Lewis ©2016
Friday already, so this means of course I’m late for Friday Fiction. (I love a paradox!) And such an interesting photo, thanks to J Hardy Carroll. Not a school I’m assuming but, although the chairs are plastic and metal nowadays, I will forever associate wooden seating with schoolrooms.
Thanks as ever to our gracious host Rochelle and to all who visit. For more stories click here.
Wow, that’s soaring and marvelous.
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Thank you so much! What a lovely word – soaring.
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The transition from the beginning to the end was unexpected and lyrical
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As a Maths teacher I like to get a bit of hidden Maths in my stories – this one does (as you spotted) a 180 degree turn!
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This made me think of a classic tale… those schoolrooms, the chalk and the sleepy countryside… I imagine love to spire with picnics on the meadows.. wonderful
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Over the years I’ve read so many tales with schoolrooms and school teachers – from Ann of Green Gables, via Jane Eyre and Cider with Rosie to Women in Love. I think this is all mixed in with the fact I went to a a series of Victorian-built village schools myself. Glad you enjoyed the pastoral quality. Let’s pack that picnic hamper and head for the fields…
(PS have never considered the fact that all this literature was why I went into teaching.)
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Lovely. Wouldn’t we all want to read job ads like that from the right ’employers’?
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If only we could write our own perfect job ads. I suspect mine would involve going back in time somewhere..
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Brilliant – and what a job!
‘Joy’ a very short story!
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Loved this 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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Quite a position to fill! Lovely 🙂
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Thanks! 🙂
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Dear Miranda,
I enjoyed your well layered story disguised as a want-ad. Very nice.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle – yes a story in disguise! Thank goodness for the perceptive open-minded FF crowd. 🙂
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So expertly done.
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Thanks Sandra!
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Brava! Just lovely. It was so unexpected, too, that way you shifted gears.
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The gear change was fun to write – glad you appreciated it!
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“A passion for clouds and the still air at dusk”…this is so romantic!
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I’m just an old softy at heart – you’ve rumbled me! 🙂
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❤
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