Right there on the ground
fiction by Luke O’Neil
You’ll never work a day in your life again
Me and the boys were digging a big old hole at the beach. Just to do it. To have it done. At first we were hooting and hollering but about an hour into the job we all got real quiet. A job is what it in fact had become. Our job was hole and we worked at hole. I thought briefly about updating my LinkedIn but then forgot about it just like that. What the internet even was. The sky was so red. I saw it reflected in our newly excavated pool. The kids all dropped out one by one over time crying that it wasn’t fun anymore. You’re scaring me dad one of them said. I don’t know which kid or which dad. Something in me wanted to give a speech about responsibility. The type of thing a father would say. But this hole wanted digging. None of that sand or water belonged down there it was meant to be delivered unto the sun. And we would replace what we had removed in kind.
Keep us breathing fire!
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