I had never built a brick wall before so was unsure how far down the foundations needed to go. Was it as deep as the wall was to be tall? Or was I confusing that with a tree and its roots?
I paused, momentarily muddled, before resuming digging. Better to have more foundations than not enough.
When the trench was two foot deep, the spade struck something with a sickening sound. White bone gleamed from out of the soil. That’s when I realised I would have been happy with a fence.
This was originally posted on this site in January 2019. You can find it here.
A great introduction to a story, Sammi . . .
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Thank you, Elizabeth! 🙂
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Yikes!
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Indeed! 🙂
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Wow! Excellent!
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Thank you, Eugenia! 🙂
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Most welcome!
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I laughed. Yes. Sometimes in digging we uncover more than intended
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I’m so glad it made you laugh, Crispina! Sometimes the easiest option is the right one! 🙂
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Indeed it is. And apologies for being so tardy in responding
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