I clambered aboard as ordered. It was dark inside, though it wasn’t night and wouldn’t be night for hours. Ghosts of lost objects patrolled the aisle. I leaned back and closed my eyes. When I woke up, fire was cradling my head in its lap. We were far from anyplace I knew. The woman reading to her seatmate hesitated over certain words – verdigris, exculpatory – as if she feared their meaning. Others passed around a Polaroid of a brick wall. Poor everybody, I thought. The sun, suddenly below the horizon, continued to breathe with difficulty.
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