The Earth Moved
The work was hard; he had been digging all his life. The rewards were meagre, but enough to sustain his diminutive body. At least he had fulfilled his purpose in life, by producing offspring. They could be anywhere now, also condemned to a life of digging, moving earth.
He heard movement above, a vibration which wasn’t natural, fear made him freeze and listen intently.
The spade came down.
Excruciating pain, then nothing.
`Bloody mole has ruined my lawn’
Rosalind Browne runs an old fashioned Hardware shop ( http://robertsottery.com/ ) based in East Devon. She has been writing for, oooh… about five minutes having discovered Flash Fiction via her friend and business partner Alastair Keen (also featured in this list) she hopes she hasn’t trodden on his toes!
She believes that old wine is better than young and hopes that other people feel the same.