Sitting cross-legged on the newly polished parquet floor, we waited for the words our headmaster said at every school assembly:
“Children. Imagine today is a blank slate.”
I thought about it.
What did he mean by today was a blank slate?
I pictured the grey slate Mom used to build the fireplace in our living room.
Today’s a blank slate…
Then, I imagined the nearby slate quarry. It was a messy monster bite out of the cliff.