Hartley's Desk

[shanmonster]

When I was in grade one, I went to school with a boy named Hartley Brewer. His desk harboured something more interesting than school supplies. Like most six-year olds, Hartley was a prodigious nose picker. When I picked my nose, what didn't get sucked off my fingers was wiped on the front of my permapress polyster pants. What Hartley mined was carefully affixed to the bottom and interior of his desk.

Everyone knew about Hartley's desk. When the teacher wasn't watching, we'd creep over to Hartley's desk to admire the quantity and quality of his boogers. If we were lucky, we'd catch him hauling out an enormous, glistening glob of mucous, admire it briefly, then store it carefully on the bottom of his desk. There it would hang like an upsidedown hot air balloon.

Comments

[mystic-savage.livejournal.com]

Disgusting, but very well written. And universal: we had The Kid Who'd Drink Paint Water for a Dollar, and The Farter.