Uncovered (a drabble)

"There's nothing more."

She dug, ignoring his declaration.

Her tools were kindness and submission, brow sweat was the work of loins and tears of joyful pain.

"There must be something buried deeper," her statement hung between them like a question, suspended by threads of hope.

He smiled, looking away.

She found bedrock.

Grunting, she chiseled, looking for something beautiful buried in stone.

Sparks flew and faded. Weary, she looked up at him from the hole so like a grave.

Shallow, but deeper than she knew, it was a wound that would never heal.

"Cover us up," he said, moving on.