She, with sharp features like an undone safety pin, slapped out the comma with her wooden ruler like a conductor's baton.
Hawk like she'd swoop on innocent charm over cringing shoulders and crack down wood on timber desks.
'That - needs - a - comma - or - full - stop', she would beat out, 'why - don't - you - listen - next - time?'
With that, penned knuckles were slapped with the flat side of 12 inch pine.
As tears of humiliation rolled down uncontrollably and spatted on neat fountain pen sentences, I would lose myself in the bleeding shape of blue ink as it blotted and blurred yet more of my fragile understanding.
Wiping away embarrassment, I vowed to use a sharp pencil next time and this not to rub out my mistakes, but hers!
'She, with sharp features like an undone safety pin, slapped out the comma with her wooden ruler like a conductor's baton.' Wonderful line. Difficult memory too - what's interesting is that you manage to meld the shocking content with your wry wit