I stood at the foot of the unmarked grave, looking down at the wooden box; the dirt cast aside forming a loose pile on the dead grass. This place hasn’t been visited in decades, being abandoned by the old church.
This is the fifth grave I’ve dug up, and it better be the one. I’m tired, and panting heavily as I try to catch my breath. Sunrise is coming, and I need this done soon.
I slowly lifted ...
