Short story: The new man, by Owen Marshall

Short story: The new man, by Owen Marshall

How can an afternoon be long when it starts at one o’clock and finishes at half past three? Beauden thought about that as he stood at the back of the classroom and looked through the large window to the upper grounds where his colleague Monty Spiers was taking a phys ed class. Beauden was silent at the back of the classroom because he was supervising a geography test. Not being visible to the boys made his invigilation more effective, even thoug…