Post 1540. Wednesday May 31
Not hard, not soft, somewhere in between. Perhaps my spade had struck a thick root. I wasn’t sure. I scratched around with a trowel. I found a teddy bear, then knitted dog.
I threw them away and continued digging.
I hit something solid, a stone maybe. But it wasn’t. I pulled a child's bracelet from the soil. Then a doll, and a tatty book of nursery rhymes.
I cast them aside and continued digging.
Not hard, quite soft in fact. What I found then will haunt me forever more and beyond.
For Friday Fictioneers which is hosted by Rochelle. The picture is from Karuna