Short Story: Neil Leaves

And I missed him. Here’s how it happened, and the innocuous (or so I thought) comment that felled a friendship.

True, I was tall for my age, towering an inch higher and wider over my comparatively slight and less cumbersome peers. Witness the humiliation meted out by Bob, our biology teacher, calling us by name to the front of the class, one by one, to step, bare-footed, onto scales and be weighed.

“Six stone seven pounds; seven stone two pounds; seven stone four pounds;” and then me: “eight stone seven pounds.”