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  • The strange story of Jack

    (Content warning: gory detail.)

    If you had to choose a single word to describe Jack, it would probably be “feral” – in a specific way, perhaps, but not, on its own, in a good way.

    If you could live with his behavior, it could be tolerable, but it would still be “his,” and that word couldn’t save it from being “abnormal.”

    A few nights ago, Jack had appeared in the kitchen. He was wearing a big coat and carrying a shovel. He said he’d come to dig a hole to bury something, but that the whole thing had been a mistake. He didn’t know what he was doing here.

    He’d spent most of the night out there, digging, filling up his backpack, sleeping in the cold. When dawn came, he’d made breakfast, eaten, and left with a heavy heart. He’d wandered all over town, checking up on residents, trying to figure out what he was doing and where he was supposed to be going. It had just been easier to wander, he’d said.

    Later, someone told him not to go digging through the graveyard.

    Jack said he could do what he liked there. It was his land. It was only fair.

    Jack’s land, too.

    He didn’t go digging anywhere else.

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