Hot Air
Inspiration:
Mummy:
As Mrs Dabrowska started explaining the periodic table, all Kat could hear was the hiss of hot air. Science was normally one of her favorite subjects, but the day was too warm, the sun too beautiful,
germinating Kat's fertile imagination to the possibility of at least 467
other things she could be doing at this time, all infinitely more pleasant than
sitting in this classroom on this early autumn day. Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium,
Beryllium, Boron….. How on earth did learning the elements of the periodic
table help her fully appreciate this jewel of a day? There would be fewer and
fewer days like this as autumn crept closer to winter; the wind would gain an
unpleasant chill and the trees became barren of leaves. Hydrogen, Helium. Gases
that deserved to be free, to play in the breeze, to ride those winds like a
kite, up, up, up to become one with the ozone, somewhere in that infinite
beyond. That thought was too much, and Kat started planning her escape.