Armen sat at his desk, watching the floaters in his eyes slide over the wall clock as the second hand crept through its final revolution. With the ring of the bell, the schoolroom was filled with a muffled chorus of chairs rubbing indoor/outdoor carpet. Armen watched the sunlight flare through the exit, and he watched his classmates stream out into the light. He felt the sweat collect between his fingers and his books, and he nearly reached for his viola case.
The sergeant glanced at him from her desk, and he sprung up from his. He watched the carpet sweep beneath him as the doorway approached him. He turned into the covered walkway, and once clear of the door, he paused beneath the vent windows. When he heard Miss Major grab her things, he resumed walking out to Monroe Drive, and then he turned around and headed for the Cortner Street gate.
River From Nowhere (James Stark)
He sprinted across 11th Avenue into Hidden Valley Park. Several carp carcasses were partially visible through the murk. He stepped to the bank and poked a carcass with a stick several times, watching it bob in and out of the muddy depth.
He threw the stick in the pond and walked along the bank. The grass was a sickening, eutrophic green along the shore. He noticed the ditch as he came around the far side of the pond. He followed the ditch down to the boulevard that he followed home. He felt the asphalt and the concrete scrape the soles of his shuffling shoes.