The elder lifted his arm and pointed straight at the stone. The boy threw down his stick and ran up to it. It didn’t seem special but when he rubbed away the dirt, its warm surface glistened like nothing he’d ever seen before. He was up on top of it before his grandpa could say gumiri. Nothing much to see: just endless outback and the thin line of a highway. No gum tree, not even a fence in sight. He looked for his grandpa but the old man had vanished like a wombat in the morning light.
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