Short Story: Table Flip

Genre: slice of life

 

“This class is a waste of time. I’m leaving,” the student rose to her feet.

The instructor flipped himself over the table and touched down in between the student and the door.

“No, no, no! You need to be more emphatic. Make me feel your dissatisfaction.”

“I don’t want to be here,” the student yelled at the instructor’s face.”

“That’s just words. Give me more.”

The student grabbed her table and flipped it. The table crashed top down on the floor.

“No more!” the student declared.

“Excellent!” The instructor nodded and nimbly hopped aside. “You may pass.”

The student looked at the upended table, then the open door.

“Actually, I’ll stay.” The student sat on her chair and folded her arms. “Show me what you’ve got.”

The instructor swept his arms with flourish into a theatrical bow.

“My pleasure. Once again, everyone, welcome to our first drama class together. Remove your inhibitions and let’s get dramatic!”

~End~

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