in a giant snowdrift. Suffocating.
Or left to slow starvation.
Even without my voicing
those thoughts, Grandpa Scott
gets them. Someone was watching
out for you, all right. You’ve got
something important to do
before you check on out of here.
IMPORTANT? ME?
I’ve never once thought
of myself as
important,
or considered
I might have a special
reason for being. I’ve
mostly thought
of myself
as an accident.
Someone in the way.
Something important to
do? Like what?
Guess I
don’t need to
think about that right
now. Like Grandpa Scott
said, let’s just
get through
today. And make
big decisions tomorrow.
Hunter