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Precision

At school Ethan was always marked down for a lack of detail. 'A failure to develop ideas, a decided lack of adjectival phrases.' In the game of levelling so common in so many walks of life he confounded and bemused. Though displaying all the credentials of a level five his brevity made him a level four. Or was it the other way round?

He didn't know the impact he had on the school's data. Imagine if there were one of him in every school, no in every class. Oh the havoc this would wreak on the statistics beloved by so many.

But enough of this, that was years ago. Today Ethan checks his inbox and finds he has won a prize for flash fiction.

Funny old world isn't it.

Story by:

Duncan Jones

submitted at 8:53pm

10 November 2011

Duncan Jones's web:

http://molethepoet.com/