Undinélé

Time drifted for Undinélé like a sailor at sea. In school she was often in trouble. ‘Undinélé, stop dreaming,’ the teacher would say. Geography was the worst: the continents, heavy as enormous ships, floating across maps. How did they not fall down to the darkest depths? She carried this question home with her and, in the evening as she played chess with her father, she wondered if the power that held the world together was not something as simple as thought itself.  A smile would surface then, like a wave come to shore. And she would move a piece forward.


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