Challenge found on Pinterest from Daily Writing Prompt:
So here is my lunch time story:
It was my turn to dig again. I grab the shovel with
blistered hands, mindful of the broken handle to avoid splinters.
Billy scrambles out of the hole as I slide
down the opposite side. We were getting deeper, but still, no findings.
I settle into the rhythm of pushing the shovel into the ground, prying up
the dirt, and slinging the soil over my shoulder as my mind wanders.
After a while, Billy says, "Looks
like rain." I grunt my displeasure and keep digging. Fairly
soon, raindrops start falling, gliding down the sides of the hole. Billy takes over just as the lowest part of
the hole starts collecting a puddle.
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