Nervously pacing
sitting Standing sitting again
His leg bouncing
you can hear the orange
tic tacs shake, waiting for
the lunch bell to ring
hands drumming on the green grated lunch table
fidgeting rocks the unbalanced chair
The bell rings
He stands up so quick
he’s unsteady
He reaches in to his pocket
the orange tic tacs shake in his hand
He flicks it open
three fall out
A single tic tac slips from his hand
It falls towards the grated table
crowds surge from the door
The tic tac bounces, a single
orange dot on a green cage
He talks to her
The tic tac balances on the edge
She walks away
He drops in to the unbalanced chair
Bumping the table
The
tic
tac
falls