45% of holes have something in them. I’ve crunched the numbers. Often it’s history of some kind. Treasures of many kinds. So I assembled a team, began to search.
Maths geeks don’t normally do this sort of thing and it took a bit of getting used to. Somethings, though, I’ll never get used to.
Our first body was so tiny, a baby, and so well preserved despite its ancient age. I remember us sitting about, silently hovering over her, tears in our eyes, each imagining a different scenario that ended this way. A life unlived until its death discovered and its story told.
Written for Flash! Friday from the following picture prompt (we were also asked to add a Fire Element (include a statistician) or Ice Element (include an optimist)) and had a word count limit of 103 words exactly.
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