The erotic fragrance of angel’s trumpet, the rustling bushes, the frantic air and the moonlit night sends shivers down my spine. Amidst the murmuring crickets, the monotonous beep of the metal detector went unnoticed. But, thanks to the beacon light, the fear in my eyes was ousted with greed. Without a second thought I started digging. After hours of shovelling, bisected earthworms and fragmented roots were the only sight. I was exhausted, my sweat glands were oozing like a lawn sprinkler. Losing liquid like a ferrari gulping gasoline, my flesh and focus were at war. Now, my droopy eyes were instilled with insanity. One last strike, my mind whispered! the body complied!

*Clang*! The shovel struck a metal with brute force that it sent shock waves back through my arms. The pain overlooked, I goggled at the thing. It was a bronze casting, resembling the image of a dancing girl, it was indeed sculpted for perfection. I knew this was lady fortune.

The avaricious inner me was not willing to settle for this one. He wanted more. He kept saying to me, ″ you schmuck, there might be a dozen more of these, do you wanna see someone else piling all your hard work? ”. My adrenaline glands were mimicking an oasis. The evil me, showed no signs of stopping. I dug and dug untill there was a *thud*! This time it was no shovel on metal, it was shovel on rock. Yes, I’ve reached rock bottom. The suppressed me regained consciousness, but it was too late. I looked up to seek a way out.I was trapped. I yelled for help with only the moon in my vicinity.

Nobody arrived!

Many lonely hours later, the moon was replaced by the sun.

Here I still remain, beneath the soil. This time though, I’m in a well decorated coffin.