By G. Zarafu, N. Nobilescu
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The man reached out and touched my shoulder as if to tell me it would be okay, we would make it somehow because we were all alive and that’s all that mattered. His wife and son all but consumed by the sandy pit and he was comforting me. ” he asked, his voice cracking. “I think he’s gonna be okay,” I said, wiping my arm across my eyes. “He’s ﬁne, actually. He stopped breathing back at home. It was stupid. ” “Then you gonna leave here,” he said, smiling. ” I walked over to the girl and leaned down to look at her baby brother a last time.
She’s a good sister,” I continued, my voice tripping. The girl looked at me. ” She nodded. ” The girl took a brush from a metal drawer and began to lovingly draw its soft bristles through the boy’s hair. I was caught completely off guard by a wash of emotion. I had only walked over to say a simple hello and good luck, and suddenly I felt an enormous kinship with a man whose name I hadn’t yet learned. We silently watched his daughter [ 41 ] marc parent brush her brother’s head, long after the ﬁne hairs were put in their place.
They watch quietly as I swing through a few dozen before laying the maul on the ground to wait out a small sprain in my wrist. It pulls through like a needle and thread as I roll my hand in a slow circle. The pain is minor, but the weight of the maul demands a fullpower grip. For now, I have to stop. I look to the boys, who are motionless in their layers of clothing — hoods pulled snug around the kind of redcheeked, ﬂat expressions that only the cold air can produce. Casey is three and four months.