Essay on On The Should Of A Stranger

834 Words Mar 14th, 2015 4 Pages
On the Should of a Stranger The sound of my shovel breaking the ground is the only noise that reaches my ears. The warm tears running down my cheeks, the only thing I feel. I slow down my breathing to match the rhythm of the steady chink of my shovel as it enters the dirt, almost reaching a hypnotic state. Anything to keep my mind off what is happening. Chink. An image of me on my knees beside the road flashes before my eyes, and with it comes a searing pain. My shovel misses its mark and I’m jerked out of my stupor. Looking over my shoulder, I see the large cooler sitting under the shade of a small tree, the image almost making me throw up. I try to return my focus to the shovel, struggling to keep the images at bay. Chink. It doesn’t work. Instead of driving away the cruel visions of earlier that morning, the sound of my shovel only seems to beckon them. Chink, chink. I see my mother as if she’s right in front of me. Her eyes are red with crying. Chink, chink, chink. I see myself frantically looking through our closets for a blanket. I drop my shovel and lie on the ground beside the small hole I’ve begun to dig as the images from earlier that morning flood my mind. I remember the stranger on our front porch. I remember the way he introduced himself, polite yet sad. “Ma’am,” he said, addressing my mom. “You mind if I talk with you outside for a moment?” He gestured to our driveway behind him. As she followed him outside, she called back to us that’d…

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