The sky is like the fluorescent lightbulbs, but infinite. Like static
on a television screen in the old days, black-and-white dots rage
over that abstract plane in an unending flood, blindingly fast,
suspiciously quiet. Mara understands the warnings after just a
glance. It pulls at her, makes her feel like falling up, keeps her
gaze even as her vision blurs, eyes filling with tears. But she keeps
walking and when the doors of the moving truck comes into her field
of view she wakes up, scratching her head.
In the truck, mockingly, there's almost nothing left Mara can carry
by herself. She lifts a compact box of books on top of her head with
a heavy grunt and balances it there with little effort. A large, pale
yellow shape appears and disappears into the alley by the corner of the building before Mara
can turn her head to look, and she chances to call 'Hello neighbor?'
But nothing more moves on the ground. She hurries up the stairs to
the ninth floor, catching up with Ako and Rachel on the doorstep.
Hurries home.
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