“Crop” by William Wilde
12/22/2006
Illustration: “Crop” © 2005 by D’Wayne Murphy
Its endless, dreamy half-sleep was broken. It sensed movement in the firm, cool substance that it lay in. The substance shifted around it. A new thing, cold and sharp, that it had never felt before, touched its outer skin. The familiar closeness of the substance that had always been around it was no longer there. The other thing touched its body, scraping the last of the substance away.
It felt new, strange heat on its skin.
“There it is. Big one, must be six feet. Keep digging it out.”
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