Today on Microdosing our prompt is SHOVEL!
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Write a story in 100 words!
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The shovel hit a tin can, and excitement rippled through the group. Ten years after graduation, it was still there—a treasure of their youth buried in the school's yard.
Leslie brought the time capsule out, and Jess eagerly snatched it from his hands. He loved that child-like curiosity about her.
Everybody looked over her shoulder, wanting to bathe in the memories and nostalgia. But Jess put the box aside, keeping only an envelope with her name. She snapped it open, and a golden ring fell into her lap.
Leslie smiled. "I believed in us," he said, moving onto one knee.
Raccoon note: It was a bit of a challenge to stray away from the initial thoughts of macabre stories. You know me, burying people was first on my mind.
Aww this is a very sweet piece. I think you're a natural when it comes to romance Miguel.
Shovel
The January frost clawed at her skin, but she refused to cry. Tears in below-freezing temperatures meant that her eyes would seal and she’d have no idea of where to dig.
A full moon hung in the midnight sky like a beacon, its rays shining down, casting its glow upon her, highlighting the protrusion of vertebrae along her spine.
Her feet, swallowed by snow, burned as if on fire, though she felt nothing. Across the graveyard, perched upon a crumbling tombstone, he watched, cloaked in smoke, laughter curling from his lips.
How she longed to hit him, beat him around the head with the shovel, but her strength waned - she welcomed the end, to lie down in her self-dug grave, sinking into the hollow she carved from the frozen earth, curling into its embrace as though it were always meant for her. Finally at peace.