|Home||Archive||Characters||Contact||Miscellaneous||Fan Stuff||Links||West of Bathurst|
|Monday, June 30, 2014
|Monday, June 30, 2014|
Panel 1: We return to Rose's bizarre imagination. This time, Rose appears to be some kind of resident of a fascist prison camp. She and a number of other dishevelled people sit in rows, writing.
Narration Box: Our sadistic slave-masters had set us yet another tedious, pointless task. The consequences of failure were dire. Thus, we all worked hard.
Narration Box: Yet concentration was difficult. The soldier's words to me kept echoing in my mind. What had he meant when he called the old pedlar woman my mother?
Panel 3: A guard with a truncheon walks by.
Narration Box: Was it simply a catch-all insult? Or was there more to it? Try as I might, I could not banish the problem from my mind and concentrate on the task at hand.
Panel 4: Rose is in her math classroom, taking an exam. Her fellow prisoners have morphed into her classmates and the guard into her teacher.
Rose: I mean, seriously: my mom?
Teacher: I don't know if you've noticed, Rose, but this is an exam.