First blush

Everything became a blur. I heard my heartbeat in my head, in my arms, in my legs. I wasn’t thinking about Kincaid; I didn’t care if he was tired, or even if he was slumped over by the trees. I just dug.

In the back of my mind, I knew the first pink glow of dawn would come soon, so I moved even quicker. I didn’t want to – I couldn’t – look at the bundle of rags that was once a living body. I wanted to finish things before that first blush.

When I was finally satisfied that the hole was deep enough, I set my shovel down into the dirt. I glanced at the opposite end and saw that Kincaid had matched me for depth. After considerable effort, we both hoisted ourselves out of the dirt and stood side-by-side, staring at the pit we just dug.

OrdinaryHandsomeII

Excerpt from Ordinary Handsome. Available at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00P46ZPA0

Free downloadable Kindle app also available.

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Author: Steven Baird

Writer, amateur photographer, ad compositor and chicken herder.

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