The Distance Between Lost And Found - Plot & Excerpts
She naps as Hallelujah dismantles the other three fish and puts the meat into a plastic sandwich bag that held a PB&J all those days ago. She naps as the sun rises higher in the sky. Jonah and Hallelujah don’t talk for a long time. They complete their tasks. They work with a quiet efficiency, both because they don’t want to disturb the peace of this beautiful morning and because they still need to conserve energy. Even with fish for breakfast, even feeling pleasantly full for the first time in days, they’re both very conscious of their bodies’ weakness and exhaustion. But eventually, there’s nothing left to do. Jonah sits down next to Hallelujah. “It’s weird,” he says, “but this feels normal.” “We’ve been out here too long,” Hallelujah answers. “Bet our beds will feel weird when we get home.” “Nope. No way.” Jonah shakes his head emphatically. “My bed will feel amazing. You never got to lie in it, but if you did, you’d—” He stops abruptly. Clamps his mouth shut.
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