It Was My Turn To Dig


It was my turn to dig again.

Michelle held out the shovel, while impatiently tapping her sandal on the grass.

How could it be my turn to dig again?

I just took a break less than twenty minutes ago.

“Come on, Steph,” Michelle whined. “We don’t have all night.”

I couldn’t stand another minute of her shrill voice. Standing up, I grabbed the shovel, then proceeded to dig again.

“Who knew digging could be such hard work?” Michelle settled onto the ground. She pulled off her sandals to shake off the dirt.

I shot Michelle an evil glare before returning to my task. I love my friend, but at times Michelle could get on my nerves.

We’d been friends since kindergarten. When we found out our birthdays were less than a week apart, we considered it a sign since we shared the same astro signs.

Michelle said it was destined we were to be friends.

Sometimes I questioned her beliefs. We seemed the exact opposite. I’m more of the responsible type, while Michelle is a free spirit. Yet, our different personalities mixed well together. Michelle taught me how to let loose every once in a while. As for me, I advised Michelle on all the hardships of life, everything from her career to her love life.

We’d been through a lot together. Sometimes we almost got into trouble due to Michelle’s wild ideas.

Speaking of wild ideas, this is the reason I’m digging.

Last month, for our thirtieth birthdays, Michelle thought it’d be a good idea to make a time capsule.

I was hesitant about the idea, yet Michelle said it’d be fun to share mementos from our past. So we each gathered up our treasured possessions, set them in a metal box, then buried it in my backyard.

Earlier this afternoon, Michelle came over in a panic, saying we had to dig up the box.

When I inquired as to why, she said something important was in there that she had to get out.

Sensing that it was an emergency, I grabbed the shovel from the shed. I did most of the digging, while Michelle “supervised” as she called it.

It was easy to find the spot, we buried the box near the oak tree next to the shed. Only, I didn’t remember burying it this far down. It’d been an hour since we started our search, we should’ve found it by now.

I was about to give up, when I heard a clank. Sweeping away the dirt, I find our box. With all my strength, I pick it up.

Michelle squeals with delight at the sight of the box.

“Open it,” she orders.

I glance at her.

“I don’t want to ruin my nails.” She holds up her red polished nails.

Flipping open the lid, I find our assortment of mementos. My Green Bay Packers hat, Backstreet Boys cd, rhinestone sunglasses, and owl necklace are still intact.

Michelle’s items consisted of a blue chevron pouch, feather pen, charm bracelet, and a tube of pink lipgloss.

I watch as Michelle’s hand move to the lipgloss.

“Thank goodness, I got this.”

My eyes widened. Out of all the items, she chooses the lipgloss.

“This is the big emergency,” I raise my voice. “The lipgloss?”

“Of course.” She holds the tube tightly in her hands. “They’re discontinuing this color and it’s always been my favorite shade.

All this trouble for a stupid lipgloss. My eyes dart from Michelle to the shovel to the hole. A sinister smile fills my face before I quickly shoot down the idea.

Nah, I can’t be that cruel. I hand Michelle the box, then begin filling the hole. I’ll make Michelle pay for this in another way.

Tomorrow, she’s buying me dinner, then treating me to a day at the spa. After all the digging, my body’s going to need a rub down.




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