Digging. It has been countless days of digging.
My spoon is worn and brittle now.
Despite that, I have to continue to dig.
I have to do it for her, she is waiting for me out there.
No one else will help me, so I have to spring myself out.
50 words. This is the entry for the Spring prompt for the fifty-word challenge. Hopefully I don't have to ever dig my way out with a spoon.
