Bram felt a hot flush crawl up his neck. He stared at the dust motes dancing in the projector beam, anywhere but the screen. Then the drawings became photographs. A boy’s face, then a girl’s, their features softening into young adulthood. A boy’s shoulder broadening. A girl’s hip curving.
The Last Reel
The projector whirred to life, its spools clicking like nervous hearts. A strip of light pierced the dim room, landing on a portable screen that smelled faintly of dust and old vinyl. On it, the title card appeared in blocky, reassuring letters: Sexuele Voorlichting – Puberty: Sexual Education for Boys and Girls. Bram felt a hot flush crawl up his neck