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The Carpenter Creek Digging (standard:Suspense, 1024 words) | |||
Author: Roger Gene Ritchey | Added: Sep 15 2008 | Views/Reads: 4150/2372 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
Kids explore an unearthed box. | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story before I managed to stun old smelly with my shove. Then, I balanced the skunk on the shovel blade and heaved him out. The daggone thing had sprayed the chisel and hammer we'd brought along, so I told my cousin, "You already smell, so you grab the tools." One of the good things about my cousin; he could be talked into about anything at the tender age of nine. I suppose he was already thinking about the licking that was coming. So, with him manning the hammer and chisel and me on the end of a pry bar, we poked and pried away. Finally a small hole appeared and the smell wafting out was awful. We were commited and probably condemned, too. Finally, we had about half of the end off. I shined the flashlight in (I couldn't let my skunk-smelling cousin touch Mom's favority flashlight) to see the treasure. The only thing we culd see were some toes sticking up. Dang, we'd been hoping the head would be pointed this way. We had a short conference; it was pretty obvious this person wasn't rich enough to have rings on his toes. Over the sound of the creek we could hear a vehicle pulling into the driveway. We ran for the ladder, my cousin slipping and falling. I ended up grabbing hime by the hand and getting skunk smell on me. The vehicle lights were glancing off of the dirt mound. The ladder tipped sideways and we both fell back into the hole. The motor was shut off and two doors slammed, then silence... except for the creek. We heard somebody cussing about the smell. From their slurred talk it sounded like they had been drinking. I was hoping against hope that they would encounter the skunk. Twenty seconds later we heard footsteps coming closer and a couple of dirt clods fell in beside us. Then, one of them said, "Man, I gotta piss!" I awoke from the nightmare. Why was my bed all wet? Tweet
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