The lady in blue stood still, looking at the corner of the room. The air was undisturbed around her, dust particles falling back to the carpet, a few sun beams briefly illuminating their swirling path.
The body that caused all this dust upheaval was lying still in the middle of the thick carpet. A tall man, heavy, not of muscle but rather of spaghetti and feta cheese, was facedown, his limbs motionless, drool spilling on the carpet, absorbed instantly. His small glasses were crushed underneath his skull, their skeleton distorted but their lenses intact.
The lady in blue raised her eyes to the whiteboard.
The movement of her eyelashes was not enough to nudge the falling dust.
Mathematical symbols were written on the whiteboard, half of it seemingly written, erased and rewritten a billion times. The top left part was dry, scratched, old. A beginning that had tormented the heavy man for years. The whiteboard was featured prominently in the room, a totem raised high, a constant reminder for the heavy man to keep on working, keep on thinking about what the symbols meant.
There was not much else worth mentioning in the room. It was as if someone had inherited their mother's house, full of decorations, white knitted cloths and other folklore items characteristic of Greek houses and then meticulously removed each and every one of them, leaving an obvious tint on the varnish of the furniture. Old, handmade furniture, with creaky latches and uneven feet, fixed by a well-placed folded newspaper, pressed by the weight of the years back to the wooden form it originally came from. Someone raised in such a home could easily identify most of the objects missing from their shadows alone.
There, would be a thick photo frame. There, hung by the missing nail would be a decorated plate, one that people back then seemed to love to put on their walls. Its shape was almost perfect on the wall, like an inverse shadow. There, a white knitted cloth would cover that triangular shape in always perfect 45 degree angles.
All of it missing.
The woman in blue walked towards the whiteboard, her soft steps finally disturbing the dust motes and causing them to circle around her. She picked up the marker from the floor, carefully cut a page from a notepad and wrote down the mathematical symbols from the board. She double-checked them, making sure it was all there and then grabbed the torn cloth beside her and wiped the board slowly. She pressed the cloth hard and made sure it was wiped properly. The top left part of the symbols resisted for a time, but then gave away.
She put the cloth back and folded the page. Effortlessly.
Then she put the folded page inside her blue dress, right by her chest. Effortlessly.
And then she dragged the heavy man by his leg all the way down the hall. Effortlessly.
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