The Persistence of Luna Courtneyby Dale de Silva
“I was told you needed this?” Leigh was hovering at the door–he seemed uninterested in coming in. Luna stood up and pulled a card from the bottom of her jeans pocket. Since Leigh wasn’t entering, she walked over and held the card to the device he’d placed on the couch. He did the same and a little tag on it lit up. His card flashed amber and then hers flashed green.
“When do you need it back?” she asked.
“My next presentation’s Friday” he said, disappearing into a cubicle.
She slipped the device into her backpack and grabbed her pullover from the back of the chair. Striding through the open plan area, Dr. Luna Courtney wondered how other people thought they could concentrate in this environment – She’d been arriving early each morning to commandeer a private room ever since she knew she could. Walking through now she could hear team meetings bleeding out into the space and at least one poor engineer having to re-explain themselves.
After lunch, the aroma of chorizo and lentils still lingered and a few sugar granules casually dotted the table. Luna shifted her coffee further to the other end and flicked on her tablet. It immediately nudged her to read an email from Jim. She was helping him at his school the following day and he was suggesting that she re-order a couple of things in her presentation. The presentation she’d put effort into planning. She flicked off the tablet and reached for her coffee again.