“The Class That Didn’t Exist”

“The Class That Didn’t Exist”

I entered a classroom that wasn’t there yesterday. Dust, candles, and the faint smell of burned wood. On the board was drawn a church — mine, theirs, ours. The students faced the wall, heads tilted as if listening to something inside it. When I called out, they all turned at once.

by Cristina Davenport