The Literary Magazine 2020 Spring "A Future"

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The Unpredictable(inspired by 1984)Kamilya KamilovaPainting DiptychAndrei Korsakov24
ImpatienceKatherine FreemanThe black window glittered with darkness;its thin rim shook slightly with the rum ofthe motor and clattered against the edge of thewhite plastic walls. The noise was only drownedout by the impatient tapping of a finger againstthe acrylic surface, though the girl’s hand soon retreatedback to her lap: the window was cold.“What time is it ?” she wondered silently.“Will it happen soon?” It must.How long had they waited? How manydays, or months? In her state, she could no longerremember. “Why can’t I see it...where could it be?Please, let us get there soon.” Her impatient eyesstill searched and still, they saw nothing.Her haze of thought was interrupted by the familiarcreak of wheels nearing from the far endof the room. “Hello, dear. What are you doing?”The girl turned in surprise. “I’m trying tosee it. We must be getting close by now!”“Oh, don’t be silly. We haven’t been travelingfor long. There is much time to go.”“But nana, I want to be there now. I don’twant to wait.”The wheelchair moved closer to the window.The girl felt a gentle squeeze on her shoulderand saw the wrinkled hand of her grandmotherresting there. “You know, my child...I have waitedmy entire life for this moment.” Her voice wasquiet and hoarse, and the girl knew in the back ofher mind that she should treasure its sound whileshe could. “To be traveling toward the New Worldon a ship I could finally afford...that has been mydream for as long as I can remember. I know wecan both wait a little longer; we have already waitedso long.”“You are a lot longer than me. I just wishgrandpa were here to see it, nana.”“Don’t you worry. He’ll be right there withus when we get there. I know it.”“Really?”“Yes, really.”For a while, the two figures sat, both contentwith the rum of the motor as the only soundbetween them. The window yielded no new imagesbut the small shimmering specks of sunlightthat penetrated the oblivion, and their glimmerwas the only movement.“Nana.”“Nana?”“Yes, dear.”“Do you think it will be better?”“What will?”“Where we’re going.”“Yes, of course.”“But what if it’s the same? Or worse?What if we don’t get there?”“Calm down, child. It will be....” the oldcripple paused.“What? What will it be?”“It will be the most beautiful world youcould possibly imagine.”“Even more beautiful than back home?”“Yes...more beautiful than back home.But different. Now let me take a rest.”A certain comfort came consistently. The girl hadbecome accustomed to the motor, and the blackness,and the steady ins and outs of breath thatcame from two mouths on a lonely ship. But herkeen ears noticed a change in the constance ofthe rhythm.“Are you okay, nana?”“What? Yes, dear.”“Okay.” I hope we get there soon. I reallydo. Please.The woman paused again and lookeddown with sadness at the last fragment of herfamily whose vicarious fate neither of them couldforesee. “I can tell you’re still worried. Everythingwill be alright. I didn’t think I’d be in this state sosoon after leaving, but we’ll both be fine.”“And what if we’re not? And I...have noone?”“That won’t happen. We’ll be there soon.”‘But I thought –”“Hush We’ll both get there safe andsound.”But the timeless void waits for no one, andthey both knew it. An old sound punctured thestillness, and the tap-tap of an impatient fingeragainst glass resumed. The window was cold, butthe sound continued.25
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Page 17 and 18: Just a MemoryKsenia PanchenkoThe fi
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Page 21 and 22: “That’s the thing, when we got
Page 23: Our SocietySofiya ShiyanOur WorldCr
Page 27 and 28: SnowflakeKaspar PitsIn springs, won
Page 29 and 30: Marta PazuraAmit PerekalskyAsia Zan
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