They couldn’t stop her dreaming, even as reality bled into the dream.
The store room was dusty and had the unmistakable smell about it of the unwanted. It wasn’t so much a place to store things as to bury them, it sometimes seemed to her. Every book, machine, chair, desk, shelf and eraser that was no longer needed at the school was delivered here. She’d never seen anyone remove anything, yet the room seemed to be able to swallow anything and everything. She...Read On