"Dave Baker" wrote

Just the top of a flat cap and a few stray locks of hair visible over the
lip
of the grave now. At regular intervals a shovel blade appears and another
clod
of earth flies over the edge and lands on the growing pile. As we get
closer
the sound of muttering and grumbling becomes audible from down below; it's
a
very warm day. Crickets chirp....


Nicely done.

Mark