The Knapsack

Chapter Twenty-Two

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“Very old.”

“And she might die first.”

“If her time comes.”

She touched the wrench. Then her knapsack. Then she touched the wrench again and sprinted off.

The two men watched her run.

“At least she left the knapsack,” observed her father sadly.

They watched her zigzag between graves in ever widening circles around their forsaken nucleus, often ducking behind a stone, peeping up to make sure they were still watching, blinking in and out of existence.




“Very old.”

And she might die first.”

“If her time comes.”

She touched the wrench. Then her knapsack. Then she touched the wrench again and sprinted off.

The two men watched her run.

“At least she left the knapsack,” observed her father sadly.

They watched her zigzag between graves in ever widening circles around their forsaken nucleus, often ducking behind a stone, peeping up to make sure they were still watching, blinking in and out of existence.