Part: 2
James had forgotten his ladder in the shed. He sighed out of frustration as he tried to figure out how he was going to get out of the hole that was at this point too deep to hoist himself out of.
Just as he mumbled, “how could this get any worse?” he felt a drop of water land on his forearm. He looked up and saw that the sky was covered with grey clouds filled with water just waiting to be released like a sprinter at the starting line eagerly waiting for the gun to go off. It went from one drop at a time, to a blanket of water showering down on James and his town within seconds. In no time he was completely drenched, freezing cold, and frustrated beyond words.
With water coming from above and underneath him, gradually filling up the hole he was standing in, he knew he had to find some way out. His boots were heavy and filled with mud, and every time he lifted his feet it seemed heavier and heavier. The dirt walls of the grave were now mud and he couldn’t look up without drops of water stinging his eyes. As desperation kicked in he began to try to climb the walls, hoping there may be some way for him to get escape. As he tried to climb the walls of the grave, he was only puling chunks of the wall down with him. He continued to try time after time and wall after wall but he was only successful at holding handfuls of mud and throwing it into the now shin deep water below him. As he continued to climb at the walls and take portions of them out, he did not realize that while he was doing that he was weakening the walls. As the rain continued to fall down and fill up the hole he was trapped in, it was also soaking the week walls and made them heavier and less stable.
The walls began to slowly fall apart before James’ eyes and he stood there not knowing what to do at this point. He began to breathe quickly and started panicking. The walls continued to fall apart as larger chunks fell around and on his feet. From the combination of heavy mud, pouring down rain, week walls from missing pieces, and digging too deep, the walls finally gave in, refilling the hole that James had dug not intended for him.
To read part 3 please continue to my blog titled Digging Our Own Grave.
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