“Count on me.” The words echoed endlessly for days, there was someone he could now turn to, to trust fully without fear of repercussion. The man he’d admired from treetops, who always felt so far away was now his stalwart shield.
She sat counting, lining them up in tallies, and then sweeping them back into the basket. He sat and watched. No talking or she would start over. Grain by grain, in the dusty sun, “Precision,” she said, “makes good meditation.”
The count was off, so she had to go through it again. “Can’t I just write it off?” she asked. “The difference is 500 kip.” “That might not seem as much o you but 500 kip off one thousand times adds up to a lot.” She drank a beer, returned to it with a fresh mindset and found that there was a missing syringe in the inventory and imagined how one thousand syringes would add up.
“Count on me.” The words echoed endlessly for days, there was someone he could now turn to, to trust fully without fear of repercussion. The man he’d admired from treetops, who always felt so far away was now his stalwart shield.
She sat counting, lining them up in tallies, and then sweeping them back into the basket. He sat and watched. No talking or she would start over. Grain by grain, in the dusty sun, “Precision,” she said, “makes good meditation.”
The count was off, so she had to go through it again. “Can’t I just write it off?” she asked. “The difference is 500 kip.” “That might not seem as much o you but 500 kip off one thousand times adds up to a lot.” She drank a beer, returned to it with a fresh mindset and found that there was a missing syringe in the inventory and imagined how one thousand syringes would add up.