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Crayon of a Doubt

funny short story: crayon of a doubt


The young teacher looked over the heads of the children who had just taken out their notebooks and put them on their desks. She was recently transferred from an elementary school to a school for children with special needs. Though she loved what she did, the amount of energy needed to make it through the end of the day, nearly drained her out constantly. Hence, she resorted to finish the school day with activities that were less dynamic and didn’t demand much of her intervention; something nice and calm to wind them down, like a drawing.

They had such a nice time and she had such a good break that she turned into a routine: every day just 20 minutes before the day ended, she would ask them to take out a blank sheet of their notebook to make a drawing, which they would later hang as part of a museum project she had thought of. As children with special needs, she would keep the crayon out of reach and only made them available for drawing time, by placing the container in the middle of the classroom.

For two weeks in a row she had noticed that one of her students would only produce black drawings.

This was much strange, especially because none of the other kids would stick to just one color. But this little guy consistently made black drawings. Black houses, black animals, black people, a black sun, black flowers. The somber thought of him having some sort of emotional problem that turned his view of life into something out of a Tim Burton movie frightened her.

She wrote to her parents about the issue, and they were just as startled as her; the boy had never shown any signs of distress or recoil. All this just contributed to the paranoia of the teacher who feared she might be at the presence of something so big and murky that not even her wide experience would be able to help at all.

It was agreed that he would see a child psychologist; a renowned professional whose credentials included treating the son of a president.

Three more weeks passed by without any visible results from therapy. Everything seemed normal. The therapist, teacher and parents had a conversation. There was just nothing wrong with the child, aside from the fact that all his drawings were intensely black.

The psychologist asked the kid:

"So, why are all your drawings in black?"

The boy looked back and mustered:

"The other boys beat me"

"They beat you?" Asked the teacher with a nervous voice, fearing that her suspicions were right, and this little kid was instrumenting some sort of revenge to be carried out on his classmates. All the signs were there, the black emphasis on the outlines, the deep, vacant eyes, the twisted smiles, the crooked black houses and human figures…

"Can you please explain how they beat you?" continued the therapist.

"It’s so unfair, it’s the only color left in the jar by the time I get to it."

Roman R. Orozco (London, 1978) is a writer from Mexico. Has a degree in Communication Studies and a masters degree in Humanities, which enables him to talk about nonsense for hours and get paid for it. He enjoys films and music from all over the world (except reggaeton, he hates the stuff). A year ago he quit his job as a literature teacher and founded with his wife a small company where they do writing, proofreading and translation services. Click here to visit his half-abandoned blog...Hay más cosas >>