- The Digging
They met in the dark, and each carried a load. His was smaller.
Hers was too heavy to lift easily and she walked nearly buckled under
its weight. Deliberately careless, he let his pack fall to the
ground, pulled a pair of gloves from his pocket, onto his hands.
Together, they began to dig.
That night, they buried their dead in the deep, dark earth, and by
sunrise they were through. Through digging. Through the stench.
Through the night. The children who would come from that place would
be beautiful, but the diggers would never stop smelling their dead.
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