Ninety Eight

He raises his hand in the middle of class. She calls on him, "Yes, what is it?" Indignantly, "Mrs. Alexander, why are we talking about Dinosaurs? They've been extinct for thousands of years." She sells him some bullshit. At the sound of another lie, he sighs. And swallows stiffly. Turning absently toward the window, he catches a glimmer in the periphery- a miniature vessel plunging. A tiny catatonic princess peers back.