Memoir #1

Monday morning and Macbeth was on the menu. Ten minutes in and one student had already re-written Shakespeare’s masterpiece, interjecting with ‘that's what I say to your mum’ after I’d delivered the line ‘‘You should be women, and yet your beards forbid me to interpret that you are so’.

‘Can anyone tell me what prophetic means?’ I asked

A hand shot up. 

‘Is it when..’

She paused. Her hand clasped the forearm of the other. Slowly, she contorted the held limb as if manipulating an invisible puppet, looked at it then looked at me.

‘Is it when you have an accident and then give you a plastic arm?’ she said, moving her fingers in tandem with the word ‘hand’.

The End.