The news is not meant to be hopeful.
We were informed that the foreigners wouldn't play the match on the chosen field. Our coach said this is ridiculous. It's a good field. An old newspaper was sent over in a brown envelope. There was an article that reported on a massacre of peasants at that address. The venue had to be changed. My wife said call and rearrange. I said no it's your fault. She said you're better at this sort of thing. I said that's fine but make them something to eat. They're bound to be hungry.
The tornado hit a single powder blue house. The investigators returned things directly to the family that had lived there. Bottles of children's elixirs and leftover pain medicines found four miles away. There was no one else to whom they could belong. No need to go through channels. Yes, the mother said, that's ours. Might as well take it. You never know.
The sharks will turn those of us capable of love into dolphins. To make us safe, you know. Although we’ll have this place for longer, we won’t have a sense of smell like we did and we’ll think of flowers, remember honey and sadden. We’ll relearn singing. We’ll keep a wary and playful distance from the sharks but they’ll have saved us and we’ll be grateful.