A SHORT STORY
I saw the building’s facade and bent my head back to find its apex. I don’t know why. The sun flooded into my eyes—blinding me for a moment. I remembered a man who was wary of tall buildings.
I entered the place. Inside, it looked like a chapel or a mosque. The walls sparkled as if they were glittered; and, I imagined I was moving across shimmering, dancing water.
I moved in further, past the pews, beyond the apse. There was a hall for studying. A single student sat there underneath a window—among many other windows; they were tall and shadow-forming. The window dwarfed him, making him a speck among other specks of floating matter. I saw a mosaic before me. Sun-lit dust flowed and traveled around my student forming silky clouds that obscured him as I moved closer to see the look on his face. He held out a ring to me. Its jeweled redness struck me. I hung my head to conceal the tears, an unstoppable force, spilling out of me.
“You could’ve taken it,” he said. “Why didn’t you take it?”
After the nightmare ended, I tried, but couldn’t remember the little student’s name. I was thankful it wasn’t my own.
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