Friday, October 31, 2014

A Debtors Due

A metal spade scraped across dirt and stone, thundering down onto a warn wood lid. 
     "Don't do this! It wasn't me!" Soil continued to pour down heedless of muffled cries. The single pool of light filling the space darkened as he twisted, brushing against damp walls. 
     "Don't. Don't, d-don't bury me alive!" 

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