Boredom (Inktober Day 24: Dig)

A gentle wind blows through as I stand in my backyard.

I’ve been out here for what feels like hours, and my body feels the pain. 

With my arms hurting, I continue to dig deeper into the ground.

Once the hole is deep enough, I release my breath and wipe the sweat from my eyes.

I look back over at the garbage bag, and with the light of the moon, I can see the blood drip from it.

I better hurry before my children get back home.

I don’t want their first night out without me to be spoiled because I was a bit bored.

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