Transition in time
‘Next, please!’ The woman with heavy make-up behind the cafeteria’s cashier sighed when Joy hastily started searching for her student ID. ‘‘Darling, why don’t you have an implant…and if you love old-fashioned - have that card ready- I haven’t got all day!’’ Her manicured nails tapped against the screen in front of her. Joy quickly handed over her card. The beep told her that money had been taken off her student account for lunch. That till lady was just one more reason to skip school lunches. But Mum wanted her to have something hot and healthy. Joy looked at her burgers and fries.
At first she could not see a remote table. Today it was more packed than usual. There was the group of the ‘cool guys’. She knew that one of them was from Ghana, one from Botswana and one from New York. They were talking about Saturday’s match.
The next table was taken by a few Asian girls but they mostly kept to themselves. She seemed to fit in nowhere. She was too tall, too white, not English enough and not exotic enough. Her eyes were unnaturally green, her hair long and brown. She had nothing in common with all these laughing and chatting teenagers. She didn’t do small-talk and dreaded having to talk about what had brought her here. When asked directly she just told them the basics. They didn’t need to know any more. After the first few weeks they had stopped asking her questions and left her alone. Perfect.
Joy finally spotted one of the single tables set apart from the rest of all kids. Sitting there she would have her back to the corner. This was exactly the table she had been waiting for. Perhaps the architect had felt pity for the outsiders who wanted to keep their distance.
‘Hey, you!’
Joy looked up into a grinning freckled face. The eyes belonging to it were blue and mischievous. The boy’s ears stuck out and were framed by unkempt dirty blonde hair. Joy had seen enough. She turned all her attention to the rest of her food. But he moved in closer. ‘‘You, I know you can hear me!’
Joy shot him a look that she thought would freeze an army to the spot. The guy was about her age and unfazed.
Instead of his blazer he wore a black leather jacket over his white school uniform shirt. Joy realised she had seen him in her Geography class. She sighed. He was casually standing next to her now, one hand on his hip. His shirt wasn’t tucked in but hung loosely over his trousers that could have done with some ironing. She could not decide whether his shoes were merely dirty or just old. She looked up at him. His grin reminded her very much of the Cheshire cat in “Alice in Wonderland”.
‘I have noticed you don’t like to talk to people but it’s like this, you see, I kinda need something from you…I’ll keep it short and then you can enjoy the rest of your food in deadly silence, deal?’
It was time to leave. But when she got up he grabbed the chair of the table behind him and shoved it next to her, blocking her. Then he reached over and put one hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her down on her chair. This caught Joy unawares and so she sat. At least he then let go off her but when he sat he had really stalled her. ‘I am James, by the way. This’ll just take a sec’, he sneered. She frowned and then looked at him in disbelief. No, she would not take this. Nobody talked to her like that. What could he want from her anyway? She was just about to throw some nasty remark in his face when suddenly his grin froze. They both sat there motionless, their eyes locked together. Joy’s body was paralysed, she could not move a single muscle. The surge of panic within her gave way to a sudden chill starting on top of her head and running down her back into her toes. Then, as abruptly as the sensation had come, it was gone and she felt she could move again. Confused she looked at the motionless boy who had introduced himself as James.
‘Hey, are you okay?’ she asked him but there was no reaction. He had not altered his pose an inch. His eyes were open as wide as his mouth. It looked as if his movement had been captured in time. Joy stood up and looked at the students around them. Everyone had come to a standstill. The ones that had been talking to others had stopped in the middle of their sentences, their faces grotesquely distorted. Others were leaning in towards their friends, holding out spoons or knives. Joy slowly turned around. It was all of them; the staff behind the counter handing out food, the students queuing for the cashier – wait, the woman at the cashier was missing. The girl whose turn it had obviously been to pay was still holding her wrist with the ID-implant towards the till but there was nobody sitting there. Joy frowned and let her eyes wander around the cafeteria. Everyone except her was paralysed. It was only now she realised that there was also no sound. It was like a thick layer of snow had covered it all, muffling everything. Joy had never experienced such a complete silence and it made her shudder.
She turned towards James, her hand slowly reaching out for to him. His gaze now seemed ghostly, his eyes staring into nothingness. Her finger tips reached his black jacket. It felt like leather but the shoulder beneath it was unusually hard. James didn’t react at all. In fact, he didn’t seem to be breathing. Her hand touched his throat. It was like that of a sculpture. Her own pulse was racing now. What had happened? She wanted to scream but her throat was too tight and no sound came out of it. She put her arms around herself to feel the warmth of her own body and the movement of her chest going up and down. She held on for a few moments and then let go to take a couple of deep breaths. She needed to know if the rest of the world had also come to a standstill.
Joy carefully moved past James and walked through the cafeteria, avoiding touching anyone. When she came past the middle of the cashier queue she stopped. One of the girls had obviously just been pushed by another girl behind her. Joy found it hard to believe what she saw. The girl had let go off the tray which had come to a standstill in front of her. The things on the tray had moved to the front and the green pea soup had spilt out of the bowl into the air but it was just as immobilised in the moment as everything else around. The former liquid had the shape of a bent spear.
Joy turned towards the exit of the cafeteria and was just about to walk through the open sliding doors when she realised that they were moving towards her. At the same moment the noise around her hit her with full force. She could hear how a tray fell to the floor and how a bowl shattered into pieces. There was shrieking, laughter and about a hundred different voices all talking at once. When she turned around everyone was moving again. Joy felt dizzy. Perhaps all of this was getting too much for her and she was going loopy now. She decided she needed some fresh air. But what had happened to the blond guy? And what did he want? Her eyes searched for the table in the corner. The last thing she saw before she left the cafeteria was James in his leather jacket looking at the empty chair next to him in complete bewilderment.
The Other Pair (Chapter 3)
Amongst several meadows, bracketed on either side by forests of evergreen trees, lies a small farming community. Many of the villagers work hard to plough one of the fields in the heat of the midday sun. One group of bare-chested young men struggle to handle the heavy wooden plough that is being pulled by a massive ox. Young women follow behind scattering seeds in the turned soil. They giggle and whisper to one another as they admire the muscled men.
Whilst all this hard work is being carried out, a group of children run amok in another corner of the field. They run around throwing mud-pies at one another, whilst a few others have imaginary sword fights with sticks.
Back in the middle of the field, one of the older farmers takes a break and wipes the sweat from his forehead with a dirty handkerchief. He looks briefly towards the west and sees a monstrous swirling thunderstorm gathering around the highest peaks of a distant mountain range. “Hmph, that don’t look good.”
He returns to work but spots the boisterous children. "Oi, you bloody buggers, clear off! We've spent all day ploughing and seeding that field."
Tomas, an audacious eleven-year-old boy wearing ragged striped pants, an oversized shirt, and well-worn boots swaggers in front of the other children. "Who’s a bloody bugger?" He runs his fingers through the long blond locks of his fringe, revealing grey-green eyes. The other children laugh at his immature bravado and look up to him.
The farmer’s face turns beetroot, and he fumbles about trying to stuff the handkerchief back into his chest pocket. He levels a finger at Tomas. "Don't get funny with me, young Tomas or I'll burst ye."
"Oh yeah? Come on, burst me then." Tomas then turns around and winks to the rest of the children.
“Right you little upstart, come here!” The old farmer stomps towards him.
With a mass yelp, the children scatter in the direction of the nearby forest. Tomas rushes over to pick up his five-year-old sister, Hannah, then races after the rapidly disappearing children.
Hannah, slung over her brother’s shoulder, looks back to see the farmer bent over, coughing and wheezing in the middle of the field.
“Oh, I’ll tan your backside for that barefaced cheek… next time I get a hold of you,” the old farmer shouts, shaking a fist at the children.
Once hidden within the safety of the forest, Tomas lets Hannah down. Hannah’s handmade and ill-fitting dress gets caught on a low-hanging branch and tears a hole in it.
“Blinkin’ flip Tomas! Not again,” says Hannah, as she inspects the hole in the back of her dress.
Even though her hands and face haven’t seen some soap and hot water for many months, she is still quite capable of melting the heart of anyone who looks upon her; fuzzy brown curls of hair drape over a little chubby-cheeked face and two big chocolate-button eyes make you want to slap her between two slices of bread and eat her all up.
Tomas starts laughing as Hannah begins slapping him on the knees. “That wasn't funny, Tomas. Poor old Jerome, he’s always nice to me.”
“Hey, knock it off, spud. It was just a bit of harmless fun.”
“Stop calling me spud! We’ll be in big trouble because of you now.”
“No, we won't, stop worrying. Hey, how about we go straight home to Grandpas? We haven't seen him for ages, have we?”
A big smile breaks across Hannah’s face for a second. “Yeah… okay… no wait, Auntie Fanny said not to bother him till the summer holidays are over. He’s dead busy with something.”
“No, she told me it's fine. We can go back and stay with him again now.”
“Are you sure? You'd better not be lying again, Tomas,” replies Hannah, as she cocks her head at her brother.
“Hannah, you know me! So are you coming?” asks Tomas, winking at his sister.
Hannah looks down at the ground, rubs her tiny button nose, and looks back up at a smirking Tomas. A huge smile breaks out on her face and she says, “You bet!”
Tomas takes Hannah’s hand and leads her deeper into the forest. He turns back to the other kids who all seem to be clambering up the trees. “Hey, you lot, can someone tell Auntie Fanny that me and Hannah are going back to our grandpa?”
One of the older girls, who is sat high up on a branch and twirling her hair between her fingers, replies, “Tut tut tut Tomas, that’ll mean you two are gonna miss another visit from the Guild Master’s recruiter.”
“Like I care, Maxine. He’ll never drag me and Hannah into his nest of thieves.”
Maxine stops playing with her hair and rapidly climbs down the tree. Once down on the ground, she runs up to the departing Tomas and pulls on his arm. “Come back with us Tomas, most of the younger kids struggle to cope when you do your disappearing acts.”
“You’re good with them too, Maxine,” replies Tomas, “Just keep them busy and get them to play as many games of Bulldog as you can. It’ll keep their minds off things.”
He looks briefly at Hannah - who is bumbling ahead in her own little world, singing to herself - then whispers in Maxine’s ear. “Get them headed home now, this forest isn’t safe when it gets dark.”
“Will do, and will we see you two tomorrow then?”
“Who knows? No promises.”
“Well, I guess we’ll see you when we see you,” replies Maxine, turning away and calling to all the other children to get down out of the trees.
Tomas catches up to Hannah, who’s still singing a little song to herself, and asks, “Hands up who wants a free piggy-back ride for a little while?”
Hannah instantly throws both arms up in the air and bounces up and down. “Me, me, me!” Tomas helps her climb onto his back and the pair makes their way through the dense foliage.
They wander through the forest for quite a while, chatting to one another along the way. Eventually, Tomas moans to Hannah that she is too heavy and he puts her back down on the ground, all the while ignoring the complaints from his sister. They continue on for quite a while, climbing over fallen trees and crawling under hollowed out trunks. Hannah’s jaw drops as they pass straight through the trunk of a tree that has been carved out in the middle to allow a horse and cart to fit through.
“Whoah! Did that tree grow like that, Tomas?” asks Hannah.
“Huh?” he replies, before turning around to look up at the tree. “Nope, the previous forest-dwellers carved it out.”
“Who?”
“The people who used to live in the forest a long time ago.”
Hannah twitches her nose for a moment and her eyebrows scrunch together, showing that she’s thinking really hard about something. “You mean like, our great-grandparents?”
“No, WAY before them. I’m talking at least hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of years ago.”
“Before even that witch who runs the sweet shop on the corner of the market square?” replies Hannah, making a disgusting face.
“YES! You do know that she’s the same age as grandpa?”
“Really? She looks way older than gramps.”
“They both went to magic school together.”
“Yeah, I bet she went there and learnt how to make the worst sweets in the land. Did you know that Penelope once gave me one of her sour bombs that she bought from her shop? After popping it in my mouth, it almost made me cry, like, straight away.”
Tomas stops walking and turns around to face her. “Where’d Penelope get the coins to pay for something like that?”
Hannah hangs her head and averts her brother’s gaze.
“Spud, tell me how the hell Penelope got so many coins she could afford to pay for sweets?”
Tomas lifts her chin up, but she looks at him out of the corner of her eye.
“Promise me you won’t tell on her?” whispers Hannah.
“Just tell me.”
Hannah takes a deep breath then blurts out, “We sneaked out early one morning to go to the market to sell the six carrots she grew in her backyard and we spent like the whole day trying to sell them but no-one would bother looking at us and then-” Hannah stops to take another deep breath before continuing with wild hand gestures. “As it was getting dark we were about to leave when this really nice girl who was a maid to some rich lady bumped into us and she apologized and was really nice to us and so Penelope just shoved the carrots in her face and asked her if she wanted to buy them-”
Hannah takes another huge gulp of air. “And the girl laughed at the two of us and we started laughing too and she took them off Penelope and gave her a handful of coins.” Hannah collapses onto the forest floor in dramatic fashion and looks up at the canopy.
Tomas puts his hands on his hips and looks down at his sister. “So let me guess, you two went straight to the sweet shop to buy a bag of sweets?”
“Yep,” replies Hannah, swiping her arms up and down trying to make a ‘grass’ angel on the forest floor.
“You know with that kind of money, she could have paid for a nice bit of meat for her whole family to enjoy? They’re just as poor as us you know?”
“Yeah, but Penelope said her big sister was mean to her the day before, so we decided to get ourselves some sweets and eat them all. We wouldn’t give her big sister any.”
Tomas bends down and grabs Hannah’s hand and drags her back onto her feet. “Come on, spud, let’s get a move on before it gets dark.”
“Can you carry me, I’m tired?”
“Nope, I’ve carried you enough. Move your little legs, there’s nothing wrong with them.”
Tomas has to drag a reluctant Hannah along the forest path.
“Ooh, Tomas, stop, Pixies!” shouts Hannah, almost yanking Tomas’ arm out of his socket as she runs off in a different direction.
“Sheesh sis, take it easy!” replies Tomas, as now it’s his turn to be dragged somewhere. Hannah points to a fallen tree trunk covered in tiny, brightly coloured mushrooms; little dots of different coloured lights zip around the log and mushrooms.
Tomas pulls Hannah away from where she’s pointing. “No Hannah, we don’t have time to go rummaging for pixies.”
“But I need to catch some more to replace the ones I… lost.”
“Hannah, you didn’t lose them, they suffocated in that glass jar you kept them in.”
“No! They died because you wouldn’t make them little beds and they couldn’t go to sleep properly,” replies Hannah, letting go of his hand, folding her arms, and giving her brother a nasty glare.
“Argh Hannah, do you know how ridiculous that is? Have you ever heard of anyone ever dying because they didn’t have a little wooden bed to sleep on?”
“Yeah, my Pixies.”
Tomas exhales and rubs his face with his hands. “Okay, let’s not start a fight. I promise you, after visiting Grandpa we’ll come back and catch some more, how’s that?”
“And you promise me that you’ll make them some beds this time?”
“And I promise I’ll make them some teeny-weeny beds too,” replies Tomas, before turning away and muttering under his breath, “As well as cutting some air-holes in the jar.”
“What was that?” asks Hannah.
“Nothing, spud, come on, let’s get a move on before it gets dark and the forest-trolls come out.”
Hannah freezes for a second before dashing beside her brother and grabbing his hand. The pair continue their way through the forest with Hannah looking nervously around in all directions.
