Lovers’ Dig

The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event.

“So, what does it say?” Nida asked.

“Death will come on swift wings to whomsoever opens this chest,” Trent said in a deep, ominous voice.

Nida placed her hands on her hips, cocked her head to the side. “Really. Did you forget that I’ve seen The Mummy a billion times? ‘There is one, the undead, who if brought back to life, is bound by sacred law to consummate this curse.’ Give me a break!”

“But that’s what it says!”

“We’re in a cavern 1000 feet underground in West Virginia. There’s no mummies here.”

“Who said it’s a mummy? The Native Americans are known to have frightening ghost stories. Remember the Wendigo?”

“If you didn’t want to go on an excavation for your honeymoon, you shouldn’t have married an archeologist. Now open the damn chest!”

“Till death do us part, right?” He pried the lid open with his chisel.

word count: 148


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