Murdering Mr. Edwards
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One obnoxious English teacher.
Twelve Tales of his death.
Norton Edwards, English department head,
is the reigning despot in Canterbury High.
This year, his colleagues have had enough.
This year, they're getting rid of Mr. Edwards.
In this collection of tongue-in-cheek stories,
Mr. Edwards dies, tale after tale.
"A clever, funny and totally engaging noir-vella! Loved it!"
~Diana Gabaldon, author of Outlander
"If you have never, ever considered murdering someone,
then you have never worked in a high school."
~Scott Anderson, school principal
"If you've ever taught in a high school, attended a high
school, or even driven past a high school, you will enjoy
Murdering Mr. Edwards."
~Chris McMahen, author of Box of Shocks, Tabloidology, & Klutzhood
Nominated for a 2019 Arthur Ellis Crime Writing Award:
The Lou Allin Memorial Best Crime Novella prize.
Shawn L. Bird
Shawn L. Bird is an author, poet, and educator from the interior of British Columbia, Canada.
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Murdering Mr. Edwards - Shawn L. Bird
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123 Prompts for Poets & Novelists
2011
A Year in Love
Murdering
Mr. Edwards
Tales from Canterbury High
Shawn L. Bird
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental
SECOND EDITION LINTUSEN Press December 2020
First edition Coffin Hop Press March 2018
ISBN paperback: 978-1-989642-04-7
ISBN e-book: 978-1-989642-05-4
ISBN audio book: 978-1-989642-06-1
© SHAWN L. BIRD 2018, 2020
Lintusen Press
PO Box 10019
Salmon Arm BC
Canada V1E 3B9
Contents
Prologue
The Phys Ed Teacher’s Tale
The Secretary’s Tale
The Principal’s Tale
The French Teacher’s Tale
The Wood Shop Teacher’s Tale
The Chemistry Teacher’s Tale
The Drama Teacher’s Tale
The Art Teacher’s Tale
The Home Ec Teacher’s Tale
The Custodian’s Tale
The Physics Teacher’s Tale
The Computer Techie’s Tale
The Retirement Dinner
Epilogue
Liner Notes
Acknowledgements
About the Author
For
educators
everywhere
"In all dealings with colleagues,
staff will exemplify equity and justice."
from the Canterbury High School
Code of Ethics
Prologue
Dr. Andrew Scott loved coming into the school in August. He stepped into the gleaming corridors, fresh with the scent of floor wax, and sniffed deeply. Ah. The scent of a new year rife with possibility.
He loved being the principal of Canterbury High. He had a quite amazing staff, committed to their jobs and the students. It was wonderful each August to sit alone in the office, planning the year. He enjoyed the solitude of it, the quiet before the clamour of the student body. Today he was preparing to interview a new art teacher.
He walked into the office to find someone was already there; he could hear the rhythmic murmuring of the photocopier. He sighed and opened the copy room door. He looked in, certain whom he’d find there.
Good morning, Andrew,
said Norton Edwards, glancing up at him. Have a good summer?
Dr. Scott nodded. It was nearly thirty degrees outside, but Edwards was wearing wool pants, a button up shirt, and a bow tie. You’re here early.
As expected. The head of the English department was a remarkably diligent educator.
Yes, I like to get my copying done before anyone else can monopolize the machine,
Edwards said with a smile.
I know,
sighed Scott. You use up the entire English department’s copy budget by yourself, before the year has even started.
Edwards tittered.
Scott didn’t know whether Edwards was oblivious or if he just didn’t give a shit about anyone else in the building. Did Edwards think he was joking? You should be careful, Norton. You piss off enough people, you never know what could happen.
Edwards chuckled again. Don’t be silly, Andrew. I’m adored here. My English students have the highest scores on all the tests. Their scores at university are significantly higher than average. People love that.
Scott sighed and backed out of the copy room. It was sad, but true. No matter how irritating he was with the other staff, Edwards definitely knew his job. Have a good year, Edwards,
he called, as he shut his office door.
As he opened his email to the swishing rhythms of the copier, he did some calculations in his head. It had been three years since Edwards could have retired, and another eight before he would be required to. He wouldn’t go a minute earlier than he had to, Dr. Scott knew. Edwards ruled the English department like a despot. He would never voluntarily surrender such power.
Every year, Scott had to negotiate the fall-out of Edwards’s jovially oblivious dictatorship. He sighed once more. He loved being a principal. He didn’t love dealing with shit-disturbers like Edwards.
He gazed at the wall, imagining he could see through to the copy room to Norton Edwards standing there in in bow tie and woolen trousers. In August, for God’s sake! Maybe this year would be different, though.
He clicked open the file for the department budgets, sighed again, and added two thousand more to the English department copy budget. He took it off the wrestling team’s mat budget. The parent advisory council might be persuaded to buy wrestling mats when they would not pay for copier expenses. The rest of the English department needed to make copies, too.
Someday Edwards was going to have to learn to be more respectful of his colleagues. Perhaps this was the year?
He could dream.
The Phys. Ed. Teacher’s Tale
Hans Wiener, the PE teacher, did not like Norton Edwards. He did not like his dapper little suits that looked like something a British county squire would wear. He did not like his bow ties, particularly the red one with the white polka dots. He did not like the way Edwards quoted scenes of Shakespeare in that drawling posh accent, as if he’d been born listening to the BBC instead of having been raised on a farm in Saskatchewan. He disliked the man’s portly figure. But most of all, he despised Mr. Edwards’s term project on puns, because Edwards’s favourite example was Mr. Wiener himself.
It’s just too good to ignore, my good man!
Edwards said in the staff lunchroom when Hans had complained. You can’t possibly take offense at a good hot dog joke.
It was rather brave of him, considering that Wiener was six foot six and had shoulders broader than most doorways.
My name is pronounced VEE-ner, not WEE-ner!
Hans growled, towering above Edwards. Like the city!
Edwards looked baffled. Veener is a city?
Mr. Wiener inhaled in a desperate bid to contain his exasperation. Vienna. Wien. The capital of Austria. Wiener-schnitzel? The Viennese waltz? Surely you’ve heard of them?
"That’s where the term comes from, is it? How fascinating. Are you Austrian, then? I had always thought you were just mocking Arnold Schwarzenegger’s accent. He chortled as Madame Marchand walked by.
Génèvieve! Did you know that Wiener actually has to speak like that all the time? He’s not faking that accent!"
Mme. Marchand looked at Hans in sympathy and removed her bowl of soup from the microwave. She had become an expert at ignoring Edwards, since their unfortunate liaison the year before. She glanced over to Chris, the new art teacher. He shrugged his shoulders.
Edwards chuckled to himself while he rummaged in his mail slot, pulling out flyers and notices. How very unfortunate. I feel quite sorry for you, old man. You really should consider hiring a speech coach. I hear they can do wonders with accents. King George the Sixth had one, did miracles with his stutter. I’m sure that accent could be fixed. You would be much less of a laughing stock, then. Of course, that would require discipline on your part.
He hummed some Gilbert and Sullivan to himself, oblivious to the others in the staff room, all looking at him with a variety of astonished expressions.
Mr. Wiener clenched his fists tightly and pressed them into his quadriceps until the urge to mash Edwards’s nose into his brain had passed. Discipline, forsooth. When he felt he could speak, he said pleasantly, You must join the teachers versus students hockey game, Edwards. We could use you.
As a target, he added to himself.
Edwards chortled a patently artificial laugh, like a poorly paid Santa Claus. Oh, no. You don’t want me on your team. Athletics and I do not get along. I have other talents!
He winked broadly at Mme. Marchand who rolled her eyes. Génèvieve knows!
He said it so loudly that the other staff in the lunchroom cringed. I’m very talented, right?
Mme. Marchand looked at him and gave a Gallic shrug. Ignore him, Hans.
She focused on her spoon as she sipped her soup through elegantly pursed lips.
Mr. Wiener tried again. You can be goalie. It’s just for fun. No one cares who wins or loses.
Mme. Marchand looked up with raised brows. The staff vs student games were always hotly contested. If their goalie allowed the students to win, he’d be a mockery for the rest of the year. She looked at Hans and understanding dawned. She turned to Edwards and fluttered her eyelashes. Oh, Norton. You should do it. I find goalies are so very...
she licked her lips and smiled at him, ...sensual.
Edwards nearly missed the chair he was aiming for as he took his place at the table. He recovered himself and set his sandwich down. He pulled his linen napkin from his lunch kit and set it across his lap. You do?
he asked huskily.
She nodded, holding his gaze with hers, "I do. I find them quite irresistible. A goalie is the heart