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

The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued

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and across the two-way street controlled not only by traffic lights, but also crossing guards in bright orange jackets, confusing the motorists in their disdain for the electronically precise signals working above. They walked, hand in hand just like the old days, only now to a new destination. To Zeke it was more of a dirge this time, as he recalled singing and skipping down the street with her on the way to the park or library, seemingly eons ago. The three story brick building now in too close a view must have been built before the dinosaurs, or by one. Its color was now that of blowing dirt and its bricked in windows were obviously there to keep one from escaping, the hard way.

Zeke said; “Mom, you can still change your mind.”

“Don’t make it harder on me than it has to be. I’ve told you that if I don’t bring you to school, I’d get arrested and sent to jail.”

He didn’t want to imagine her in jail, but said; “How will they find out? I won’t tell.”

She looked at him, widened her eyes and said; “The mind police will find out. We’ll be thinking about it and they’ll break down the door and come get us.” As they got to the schoolyard’s entry, she picked him up, holding him once more, put him down