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An hour is too long for lunch.
The radio broadcasts into the dreary afternoon. “In an address made to Congress last week, Kennedy declared that we’ll be putting someone on the moon by the end of this decade! This has quite a few people in a tizzy. Incredible, to think we could do so, don’t you agree Mark?”
Taylor sighs. There is nothing interesting to do. The world is drab, her brown skirt suffocating even in the milder almost-summer afternoon. She draws idly, ignoring the mild twinge of hunger.
There’s nowhere to be and nowhere to go. All the dreams her mother had had for her are long gone, drifted into an ether the same place she’d gone.
If something doesn’t change soon, Taylor thinks, she will simply waste away, become so much as important as the flat two-toned walls that make up the box of Winslow.
She could leave.
The thought comes unbidden, a disobedience so rare and unbecoming of a proper woman that it makes her hesitate. But underneath it lies an excitement, snaking behind her chest. What would it be like, to escape far from here? To go past that sky and see the stars, to be on the moon?
She neglects the flight of fancy and lets the radio fill the silence again, but the thought of elsewhere lingers.