The Wistful Campus
The ledger showed forty-two hours of overtime logged against my name since the start of the month, a figure that corresponded exactly to the amount needed to cover the late fee on my daughter’s university application. I rubbed the edge of the clipboard until the paper tore, the fibers fraying under my thumbnail, and looked out the window of the station office at the old oak tree in the yard. It...
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