The tomb digger
31 January, 2010 | Teodros Kiros (Ph.D)
nervously walks around, first slowly, increases his pace, and
slows down again. With every move, his facial expression
changes, from fear to nervousness, from nervousness to
courage, back again to fear and then nervousness.
It starts raining lightly. At first it is really light. Suddenly it pours
accompanied by huge storms. The city is dark.
It is even darker at the cemetery. The boy looks worried.
He rushes to a little shack where he stores his digging tools: a
hoe, and a huge edged axe. He takes them out and walks to a
tomb, richly marbled. He smiles at the discovery of the tomb,
and begins digging. He digs from the middle of the night to
dawn and removes the slabs of marble one by one, washes the
smaller blocks with a wet cloth, and splashes water on the larger
ones. At the end he carefully stocks the backbreaking marbles
on the ground, carefully hidden from view.
At eight in the morning, a cab stops by, and the cab driver gives
him a hand to load the marbles and they take off to the local
market to sell their products.
They both look back at the gaping hole of the tomb, and they
see a figure pointing a finger at them, and wishing them death.
Two days later, a guy at the local market learns that the boy died
in a car accident.
31 January, 2010 | Teodros Kiros (Ph.D)
- It rained all night at the
cemetery. The ground is wet.
Near by a young boy,
in his teens, is busily surveying
the scene. He looks around,
again and again.A group of
robins fly by, and their
deafening noise annoys
nervously walks around, first slowly, increases his pace, and
slows down again. With every move, his facial expression
changes, from fear to nervousness, from nervousness to
courage, back again to fear and then nervousness.
It starts raining lightly. At first it is really light. Suddenly it pours
accompanied by huge storms. The city is dark.
It is even darker at the cemetery. The boy looks worried.
He rushes to a little shack where he stores his digging tools: a
hoe, and a huge edged axe. He takes them out and walks to a
tomb, richly marbled. He smiles at the discovery of the tomb,
and begins digging. He digs from the middle of the night to
dawn and removes the slabs of marble one by one, washes the
smaller blocks with a wet cloth, and splashes water on the larger
ones. At the end he carefully stocks the backbreaking marbles
on the ground, carefully hidden from view.
At eight in the morning, a cab stops by, and the cab driver gives
him a hand to load the marbles and they take off to the local
market to sell their products.
They both look back at the gaping hole of the tomb, and they
see a figure pointing a finger at them, and wishing them death.
Two days later, a guy at the local market learns that the boy died
in a car accident.
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