The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued

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of the dark children fell; not broken, just startled, as if remembering something they’d forgotten.

Then came the silence. Then came the principal, riding a clipboard like a horse. “You’ve disturbed the order,” he said, and suspended Little White Drum into the air, where he floated for three days and three nights, dreaming of a school where the walls were made of music and no one bounced unless they wanted to.

When he returned, the garbage can was gone. But the sound remained; in lockers, in lunch trays, in the way the dark children looked at him now, as if he were a question they hadn’t learned to answer.