Left there

The school bell rings, and slowly, one by one the phones go away and the giggling students make their way into the school building. Miss Nolan pleads at anyone who walks passed, but only draws extra photos and giggles from them.

You float there watching as the tears stream down her face, caught there completely naked, fully exposed to the now empty school yard, and you wonder if you've had your fill of her or if perhaps there is still more you could do.