2015 Kenyon Review Short Fiction Contest Winner
Proctoring high school exams with Jason was fun and games except it wasn’t really that fun and it wasn’t a game. We were professional, or as professional as ten dollars an hour could make us. We walked miles in between rows of desks and invented diversions to pass the time while the teenagers took their AP exams. Our favorite game was most likely to. Who is most likely to get pregnant before graduation? Who is most likely to end up in rehab? Who is most likely to live in his parents’ basement forever? We projected our own failures, both real and imagined, on those kids.
