Unaware In The City 45 2021 -

A man sat in the chair, startled. He wore a librarian’s cardigan, just like hers. He had her tired eyes, her salt-and-pepper hair. He was her, but older. Wearier.

She was unaware of the Wall.

And that made all the difference.

One Tuesday, while cataloging a box of old tram tickets, Elena found a folded paper napkin pressed between a 1987 timetable and a receipt for a pneumatic tube repair. On it, in faint pencil: We are the middle. Look for the crack in the clock face. unaware in the city 45

“You found the napkin,” he— she ?—said. A man sat in the chair, startled

“Why?” she whispered.