Blocked
The last six hours he’d dug brought nothing to show for it. The sky was growing dark, and he turned around to look at the mounds of red dirt he had piled up in his backyard.
He was sweating profusely, but he picked his shovel up again despite how worn his muscles felt. He pressed it into the earth before pressing it deeper with his foot. He froze when he felt the shovel blocked by something buried beneath the ground. He had no idea what he would uncover.