Drabble Sixteen

The Hole

The machine has been there for a week. Every morning they come and use it to dig a big hole in the ground and every evening they use it to fill the hole back in again.

I can see the machine from my window, and I watch them moving the dirt up and down. I don’t think they’re burying anything, and if they were trying to uncover something it wouldn’t make very much sense to cover it up again.

But tonight, the mystery ends. Tonight, I’m taking a shovel and I’m going to find out what’s down there for myself.


This story is dedicated to Emily Pelka.