Two Scenes Of Unknown Placement
The crescent moon floated in and out of the gray clouds dotting the late night sky. Two owls called to each other, punctuating the chinks of the shovel's digs at the rocky soil. The lantern beside the fresh pit under the season-old pine straw was the only steady light as two sets of eyes watched from a distance. One pair of eyes was unaware of the other.
It was dusk, almost dark,...