Too Deep | A 100 Word Story

#700 | IX The Hermit - The Gold-Bug | Edgar Allan Poe Tarot

Gold. Yes. There must be gold here.

The other night I tripped over a root across the forest floor. Upon closer inspection I noticed, nestled in the dirt, something glistening by the moonlight.

Gold. Yes. There must be gold here.

I’m more than six feet under now. Standing on tiptoe I can’t see the sky. I heave more dirt out of this box I’ve dug for myself. Searching for more. There must be more.

Gold. Yes. There must be gold here.

I never wonder if what I’ve found is real. I’ve gone too far now. Dug too deep to care.

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