He moved away from Jonas’s hands. It was extremely rude for one citizen to touch another outside of family units.
“No, nothing. I thought for a minute that they were wilting, and we should let the Gardening Crew know they needed more watering.”
Jonas sighed, and turned away. One evening he came home from his training weighted with new knowledge.
The Giver had chosen a startling and disturbing memory that day.
Under the touch of his hands, Jonas had found himself suddenly in a place that was completely alien: hot and windswept under a vast blue sky.
There were tufts of sparse grass, a few bushes and rocks,
and nearby he could see an area of thicker vegetation: broad, low trees outlined against the sky.
He could hear noises: the sharp crack of weapons—he perceived the word guns—
and then shouts, and an immense crashing thud as something fell, tearing branches from the trees.
He heard voices calling to one another. Peering from the place where he stood hidden behind some shrubbery,
he was reminded of what The Giver had told him, that there had been a time when flesh had different colors.
Two of these men had dark brown skin; the others were light.
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