I had an art teacher in high school that I was highly suspicious of. She rarely returned pieces that I submitted, and I always wondered what happened to them. Did she hang them on her walls? Did she take student projects and hoard them? Or did she get a thrill from thrashing hours of hard work? I imagined her laughing maniacally as she force fed pigment-soaked canvas and bristol board to a paper shredder.
This flash fiction piece was inspired by similar imaginings. In this particular scenario, I suspect that she used the assignments to pocket a little extra spending cash to supplement her teaching salary.