You Reap what you Sow


Konstantina Sozou-Kyrkou

Tzoras jots down the date of the primary school students’ last excursion this year. A week before his son’s University entrance exams. He couldn’t possibly be absent from this critical moment in his son’s life.

He unlocks the top desk drawer and takes out a deck of cards with famous actresses on he’d bought on an educational trip to Thessaloniki. He counts them. Fifty one. One’s missing. Fingers move deep into the drawer, through grade books and the register, under the desk pad. Nowhere.

The door knocks. ‘A minute,’ he shouts. He shoves the cards back into the drawer, then says, ‘Come in.’

Fotes Karatheodorou, a fifth grader shuffles in, head bent.

‘What is it, son?’ Tzoras drums his fingers against the desk.

‘Nothing, Mr. Headmaster. Mrs. Patidou won’t let me in because I was late.’ His eyes are glued onto his left shoe.

‘This is not the first time, son. It’s become a habit of yours, I’m afraid.’

‘I overslept. It won’t happen again, sir.’

‘I’m sure.’ He raises his index finger. ‘Bear this in mind, son. Hard work and discipline will help you go up in the world. Not slumbering all day long like an old dog. You reap what you sow.’

‘Mum was late from work and I had to look after my little sister and-’

Tzoras has a lesson in ten minutes. If this boy keeps blabbering on, he won’t have time to play solitaire, see whether his son will get into University or not. ‘Right, Right.’ He brushes him away. ‘Tell Mrs. Patidou I let you in.’

The boy bends down, makes to sweep some dirt off his left shoe, then wipes his hand off his back. He breaks into a smile and heads to the door. ‘Thank you, sir.’

‘Remember. You reap what you-‘ Tzoras glimpses at a piece of paper poking out of the boy’s back trouser pocket. Marilyn, it reads. And then the door bangs and Fotes’s steps echo along the corridor like some cannibals’ drums in the jungle.

Konstantina Sozou-Kyrkou

By Konstantina Sozou-Kyrkou

I was born in a small mountainous village in Western Greece. In 1985 I moved to Athens, where I studied Business Administration at T.E.I. Athens. I later obtained my Diploma for Overseas Teachers of English (RSA DOTE) and worked as an English Teacher at several Language Schools in Athens, for over 12 years. I hold a BA (Hons) Literature and an MA in Creative Writing from Lancaster University UK.

My short stories have appeared in the anthology 'Even Birds are Chained to the Sky' by the Fine Line Editorial Consultancy, in the Australian e-magazine Tincture Journal Issue Three and in many more online literary magazines such as Wordsmith Journal Magazine, Bareback Magazine, The Wilderness House Literary Review, The Missing Slate and others. My first short story collection entitled 'Black Greek Coffee' will be soon published by Matador (Troubador Ltd), UK. They are human stories inspired by life in the rural 20th c. Greece (mainly).

I live in Athens with my husband and two kids.


  1. An interesting episode, that makes a good reading, suitable for any age. Discipline in all areas of life, is a must for everyone. Students of today are exposed to adversities hard to defeat. However, adults are victimized by their own multiple bad habits, which often can cleverly cover from others, especially the younger ones!

    1. I just wanted to show how complex, multi-layered everybody’s personalities are. It’s just that you can’t preach things you don’t really believe, people will see through it ultimately.

  2. Konstantina, your story reads well. It is easy to visualize the scene and the moral of the tale, ‘you reap what you sow’ comes through. Good writing!

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