“Swivel on this,” he roared, stretching out his right arm, palm of hand facing upwards, middle finger pointing to the sky.
“Swivel on this,” they echoed, mostly getting the gesture right – some body language is universal.
“Again,” he said. Again they echoed.
The language students were a motley bunch from a number of countries and mostly from war zones. Just getting here had shown determination and spirit – essential for survival in this deprived neighbourhood in which the authorities had dumped them.
The curriculum he had devised was eccentric – but then this wasn’t a ladies’ Swiss finishing school.
“Once more,” he called.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ weekly 100 word Friday Fictioneers challenge found here.