Mutiny

Blue chips stared - boring Appraising. 'Do you have anything to say?' I stare back. Bristling. Eyes streaming.Of course I had opinions to offer - I look around: solemn masks tinged with dissidence. My comrades - are we faulted? I am the Head; I must speak. Deep breaths. I conjure my favourite fantasy 'We offer our apology - and hope we are still in your good books -' Pontificates. Obnoxious man; I chew my lips 'Oh, if you were out of my good books we wouldn't be having this conversation.' I stare at the faces flanking him. Baboons before their master. Nose spasms; eyes twitching: I get the message but ignore. Deafening silence stretches into impudence. Sweet relish at his petulance. You know not what you are dealing with - Haven't you heard of the notorious village boys?