The spelling bee
By Johnny Nys
Published: June 11, 2008
“Next up, Jack Walker. Give ‘im a big one, folks!”
Jack trembled upright from his chair at the left side of the stage. He trudged toward the centre microphone and grabbed the pole with clammy hands.
“Here’s your first word, Jacky.”
His eyes darted across the audience. His parents, his grandmother, cousin Willy all huddled together on the fifth row.
In front of his family sat Stephanie, the girl next door. Their eyes locked and Jack’s mind went blank.
“Puh … puh … pull grit through the nose?”