The Impossible Sack The sack he carried over his shoulder was obviously heavy. But from the contours of the sack it was impossible to tell what might be inside. No sharp edges indicating boxes or bricks, no round-edged lumps suggesting stones or bags of flour. The entire sack was simply full and round, like an inflated balloon, but heavy rather than floating. The way it hung over his shoulder and down his back, the way his forearms strained to pull the twisted top of the sack across his shoulder, was the opposite of buoyant. As if he had filled a balloon with anti-helium.
THE THREAD | The Impossible Sack
THE THREAD | The Impossible Sack
THE THREAD | The Impossible Sack
The Impossible Sack The sack he carried over his shoulder was obviously heavy. But from the contours of the sack it was impossible to tell what might be inside. No sharp edges indicating boxes or bricks, no round-edged lumps suggesting stones or bags of flour. The entire sack was simply full and round, like an inflated balloon, but heavy rather than floating. The way it hung over his shoulder and down his back, the way his forearms strained to pull the twisted top of the sack across his shoulder, was the opposite of buoyant. As if he had filled a balloon with anti-helium.