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from Light Boxes, by Shane Jones
Thaddeus was buying apples when
he overheard the group of former balloonists known as the Solution.
How much can we put up with. How many days will this dreadful season extend itself. Our town is a place of no flight and all snow because of February.
There were five of them, tall and thin, wearing long brown coats and black top hats. They had thin plastic masks over their faces. Each mask was painted as a different-colored bird.
You, said one of the members, who grabbed Thaddeus’s shoulder and turned him around.
Thaddeus faced the Solution, holding his basket of apples tight against his chest.
We’re starting a rebellion, a war, said a yellow bird mask, against February and what it stands for.
A war, repeated Thaddeus.
Yes, a war, a war, a war, the Solution repeated.
An orange bird mask continued, We’re sick of February, who we believe is responsible not only for a season of endless gray and snow but the end of flight.
A blue bird mask lurched forward and placed a square of parchment in Thaddeus’s coat pocket. He knocked one of Thaddeus’s apples out of the basket and into a pile of snow.
Remember us, said the Solution.
And they disbanded, walking, dreaming of flying, in separate directions.