Just a Short Note

We write this after being picked up along the Indus River. Malea was put in a box next to Zack and I. All the other turtles have been gathered as far as we can tell.

They came in with a fog. That is, a grey nothingness descended along the river filling the land until nothing could be seen. Naturally, we withdrew into our shell. All of us are battered and bruised, surviving our own dolorosa.

The humans that plucked us from the river’s edge are small, like children. We wondered if Constnce was there, but she wasn’t there. We don’t know where we are heading, or why. We will write alter when we figure it out.

Zack and Mack