This week’s photo prompt was challenging. I ran through a bunch of ideas before I could come up with anything.
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The old graveyard is all grown up with briars and grapevine. I take a shovel and flashlight and walk to the tombstones and find the right one. I roll up my sleeves and start.
The rain-softened ground makes digging easier, but it’s hours before my shovel grates against the metal casket. I soon have it open.
The bank bag was there, where I’d hidden it twenty years before, in my frantic race from cops that day in the business district. They’d caught me, sent me to prison, but the money was never found. Until today, the day I got out.