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Submitted to Contest #321
When bones lose their home in the body, the worst place they can find themselves is in an unmarked grave, dumped in a patch of Earth called “nowhere” to hide someone else’s sin. I didn’t know how I ended up standing in one myself, perched over a poor bastard’s skeleton. I reckoned I dug the hole, seeing how I was alone and had the dirt-caked shovel in my hand. Aches shot up my arm. Splinters prodded my fingers. Callouses formed over older callouses hardened from my wrangling days. At 86, I was sturdy, solid. Not a quick-feet, Spring chicken ...
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