Inexplicably heartened by this sight, Karina put down her backpack and dug inside the front pocket for Prem’s small Swiss Army knife. She turned it over in her hand, noting its smooth, unscratched surface. She pulled out the large blade and pressed it gently into her finger pad. Then in a single, swift motion, she drew back her arm and flung the knife into the broken cavern.
What does this gesture mean to you, that Karina throws the pocketknife, one of her few mementos of Prem, into the empty pool?
