For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man that mocks it and sets it light
(quoting John of Gaunt (part of Ms. Affinia’s
Shakespeare study of the Life and Death
of Richard the Second)
Ms. Affina was Chip’s 10th grade English teacher. She saw such potential in Chip, she loved him. Not with the 21st century vulgar type of teacher-student love. She loved him in that she wanted what was best for him. She wanted to cut out the gnarling weed that was choking him and water what was left and watch it grow.
“Why such a long face, Chip?” Ms. Affinia asked.
“Nothing really,” Chip answered.
“You know I love you and want what’s best for you, right?”
“… I love you, but I never loved this town. This town was always inward looking. Always looking at itself in a mirror. Afraid to breathe. Afraid that if it breathed out someone else might breathe up all its air. That it might suffocate….”
### Brandon L. Blankenship