“What is most precious to you, Mrs. Abernathy. That, was my fee.”
Without light, she could only feel that damp, maroon liquid running down her hands, eager to mingle with the freshly unearthed dirt. The cheap shovel she bought with what little money once remained from the settlement had long shattered from the frigid earth. And so, her fingers, nearly worked to the bone, excavated. Exhaustingly. Desperately.
Shamefully, most of all.
Senses dampened by the ordeal, it took her a short eternity to realize she could finally feel something different: wood.
Engraved upon it, she caressed, a familiar last name.
About the Creator
Tom Siv
Currently just a student. Aspiring writer, and hopefully half-decent older brother.
I'd love to publish a book one day, if I ever produce anything worth its salt.
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Meeting the Sky
In the little metal lunchbox were scraps of paper notes, and old movie tickets, and pins, and those smashed pennies from novel places. All that and select photos, and old keys from homes that I once claimed. There is a picture at my grandpa’s breakfast table, with its clutter of breakfast apparatus. The occupied bowls, orange juice filled glasses and plates of bacon, eggs, golden-brown toast all strewn and aligned with the encircling chairs and their smiley occupants: grandpa, mom, and me.
By A.C. Sweet3 days ago in Fiction
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