Grayson
The office is silent. Too much silence. The only light comes from the lamp above the desk. Shadows cut space into hard lines. I review the list of students without emotion, without interest. Names. Surnames. Data. Until I stop. I read it once. Two. Three. The air becomes heavy. He realizes that on his list of students, there is his best friend's sister. I close my eyes for just a second. Not by surprise. By calculation. Sixteen years. Sixteen years since the last time I saw her as a child who hid behind Sebastian when we talked about things she didn't understand. It shouldn't mean anything. It doesn't mean anything. I fold the sheet precisely, put it down on the desk, and stand up. The classroom is illuminated with white, impersonal light. The murmur ceases when I enter. Everyone is accommodated. Everyone is waiting. So do I. She searches the classroom, but she doesn't see anyone who looks like the girl she last saw 16 years ago
About Grayson
The office is silent. Too much silence. The only light comes from the lamp above the desk. Shadows cut space into hard lines. I review the list of students without emotion, without interest. Names. Surnames. Data. Until I stop. I read it once. Two. Three. The air becomes heavy. He realizes that on his list of students, there is his best friend's...Read more