INTERFERENCE. Part One: Chapter Thirteen.

Chapter thirteen

The episode she remembered might, in fact, have been a dream. She did not think much of that formality. The event was not practical, but the remembrance of it was entertaining and sometimes almost seemed significant.

It was six o'clock, approximately. She remembered looking up at an open window on a trailer classroom.

It was a small window, at most twenty centimeters tall and approximately a foot wide.

It only revealed a few of the tiles of the ceiling of the trailer. They were gray, and the light that illumined it was white with a tint of green.

Between five o'clock and six o'clock, the Sun went down. In the absence of a watch (chiefly by virtue of her mother's insistence that she was 'too young' for a watch, but also because of her father's choice to reinforce her decision, if not to corroborate her reasoning for it, the latter of which assuaged her resentment), Steph kept track of the Time by noting the change in colour of the sky. This afternoon it had been a remarkable, glaring and unprecedented azure blue.

Stephanie walked directly from the window to the smaller of the two playgrounds on her campus. It was directly adjacent to the parking lot wherein her father would routinely pick her up. She observed the steel of the playground architecture as the blue light, becoming, steadily, closer to what was called 'Robin's Egg Blue' on the covers of Crayola crayons, illumined them.

They were ghostly and especially vivid. She rested her left hand on the cool, chilly bar. Her palm wrapped about it, her wrist bent in a right angle. The wind suddenly appeared. It blew onto her breast, and she felt a strange pain in breathing out. She gasped. All of a sudden, her eyes watered.

The wind suddenly blew. She felt as though it were within her chest. She took a sharp intake of breath. She began to cry.

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