Emery stood looking at the fresh grave and it’s simple headstone. His parent’s names were carved into the bare rock. Beneath his mother’s name was a date and the age she had been upon her death, down to the day. Beside him, Miles was inconsolable. The villagers were already dispersing. The sun was going down.

“Miles,” Emery whispered. “Let’s head back. The neighbors will have supper ready for us. We can head back to… to school tomorrow.”

“What are we going to do, Brother?” Miles asked. “What about when we graduate? Where will we go?”

“I don’t know… but… we’ll keep moving,” Emery said. “As long as we’re together, everything will be fine. As… difficult as it will be… the world goes on spinning. We have to continue with it.”