Today's Word - 'Lid'
She licked the salty grit from
her lips and placed both hands on the slab. Ten tons of rough hewn granite
steadied her trembling fingers as they roamed over the furrowed inscriptions.
Strong lines threaded deep and sharp, a tribute to the skill of some ancient
stonemason who had once spent his day chink, chinking away with the cold metal
of his chisel.
In the ten minutes it took to
lift the sarcophagus lid she lived a lifetime, recalling her life’s study to
the humming flow of blood washing clean her veins. Each squeal of the pulley,
each thud of the counter weight, elongated her anticipation, stretching it taut
and plucked in discordant strains. Finally, with a rush of stale air, it was
off. Stepping forward she shone her torch down through the rising dust motes of
past time.
