DIGGIN' GRAVES: A Short Story
“Can’t do it, just can’t do it…” “Sure you can, Hal. They’re just woods, nothin’ bad in ‘em.” “Well, there could be.” Kelly threw in. “With the Bears and Foxes and all………” “Shut up, Kelly.” Vern’s word went unquestioned in the gang. “You’ll be fine, Hal. Nuthin’ dangerous in those woods, I know, I’ve been through every forest in the state except this one.” “If there’s nothing there, then why aren’t we allowed in there?” Clara asked. “Because Parents are buzz-kills, plain and simple. Now, who wants to go with me?” Of course, because Vern’s word was unquestioned, they all raised their hands. Vern picked up his backpack, full of camping supplies, and straightened his hat. It was late in the Summer. Soon, School would begin, and the Camping Trips would start to become shorter and happen only on weekends, before eventually only lasting a night, and, when the Cold, bitter winter finally came, Schoolwork and the elements would choke out any and all remaining scraps of ...