He grunted as he tried to stick his shovel into the dirt.
His cap slipped out from under his fingers, and the shovel fell free. He let it lie there.
He took a drink from his canteen. He guessed that the water truck should be coming soon,
but he didn’t finish all the water, just in case he was wrong.
He’d learned to wait until he saw the truck, before drinking the last drop.
The sun wasn’t yet up, but its rays arced over the horizon and brought light to the sky.
He reached down to pick up his cap, and there next to it he saw a wide flat rock.
As he put his cap on his head, he continued to look down at the rock. He picked it up.
He thought he could see the shape of a fish, fossilized in it.
He rubbed off some dirt, and the outline of the fish became clearer.
The sun peeked over the horizon, and he could actually see tiny lines where every one of the fish’s bones had been.
He looked at the barren land all around him. True, everyone referred to this area as “the lake,”
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