Tonton sat on the wooden chair, slowly untying his shoelaces, then unbuttoned his white polo uniform. It still smelled like the sun-dried flowers from the fabric conditioner his mother had used. Despite doing physical activities all day, from practicing their marching routine to playing with his classmates, his uniform was still as white as a sampaguita with no stains to be seen. He got a perfect score on his science test, so he eagerly took his test paper out of his Spiderman bag, excited to share the good news with his mother.
The Last Scout
Fiction by Mark Lhoyd Tampad | September 1, 2025