Ari picked up the strange rock, let the weight fill her hand. she bounced it around before putting it away to add to her collection. it was strange but in world where people had nothing, ari wanted something to hold on. a rock collection was how she coped. it grounded her in the strange reality that was her life for the last few years, that would be her life until she died. as she started to walk back ari noticed a flower stalk that was falling. she eyed it and then pulled the rock out of her back. trying string around the stock and the rock to balance it the dark haired girl sighed.













