The Snapping Turtle

She thought of the time she'd seen it with max in the birch grove. It's so old, older than us. Its experience of this place must run deeper. What does it do here with so much time? I don't know. Maybe he'll be here when the house collapses and the forest dies and the sun explodes. Isn't that an incredible thought? The snapping turtle jacob muttered, you're right. Where does it go? She stared into the risk board as blue compass rose or longer. There were rows of old paper backs on the shelves, spines laced with faults. They didn't appeal, but she'd read and reread them. All gone