a little man fallen over like a tin soldier by the side of a big black hole.
"Does it make you sad to think about him, grandma ?" She hated her grandma to be sad.
It was the old woman's turn to consider.

Did it make her sad?
To look back, back.

To stare down the years, as Kezia had seen her doing.

To look after them as a woman does, long after they were out of sight.

Did it make her sad?
No, life was like that.
"No, Kezia." "But why ?" asked Kezia.