Hole Revisited

The hole you dug

took most of that

day. And into the

early evening it went

on until exhausted you

joined the others in

sleep. And the next

morning resumed once more.

But by afternoon, you

had lost enthusiasm, as

had your allies who

had, one by one,

disappeared. At least, they

were going somewhere — unlike

the deep hole you

had just abandoned. At

least it made a

good fire pit, so

Dad reckoned. But still

that memory nags you

cause you gave up

so easily, just like

so many other schemes

and dreams you envisaged

in your later years.

 

© 2017 L. Tafa

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Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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