The Longest Night
Feb 17th, 2010 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Carter paused to rub his hands. Callouses had already started to form. Dawn was fast approaching, and his aching muscles longed for repose.
Why not give up this tedious digging? What rewards could he expect at the bottom?
But he continued. The men stared down at Carter from above, perched like gargoyles, or maybe angels gazing down into hell.
Carter resented their leisure. “That’s it. I’m not digging anymore.” He threw down his shovel.
“That’s deep enough.” Carter saw the flash before he heard the shot, and he realized in that final instant his childhood nightmare had finally come true.
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