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Bog Lawrence Peters
Bog
By Lawrence Peters
2018
“Do you have it yet?” Sean asked. Let me in there if you can hold the light better. One already tonight, let’s pack it up and be done with it for a bit.
“You’d be the first to know,” Herbie replied, “Y’d think the man up to his elbows in cold bog would be the….aaaaah.”
Sean was training his flashlight into the hole in the Bog that Herbie had his hands in. The night was full of sounds, as it was Spring, and there was a quiet after Herbie’s “Gotcha!”
They both were crouched between the boghole and the light. And now the silence..
“What’s it say?”
“Fecking second, Sean, hold that light steady!” His fingers scraped away the mud of a thousand years, a piece of the past- both a question, and an answer in the same breath. And it hadn’t been heard in a long time to rush it now.
Herbie pulled the flask that they’d thought would warm themselves more on this damp night, just in case. The stone called.
Herbie poured and time peeled away in the light.
With most of the mud gone the stone was almost legible, but with one for Sean who gratefully took it, one for the man who made the stone and one for the one who’d found it, it was almost done.
In the Bog Herbie recited “The remembrance of things, is often found-“
“Written by things that one found in the ground….” Sean finished. Herbie handed him the stone, and Sean put it with the other in his bag.He wished he hadn’t poured all that whisky out now.
“We’ll keep digging, The last leads to the next. We’ve been lucky so far .Let’s keep it that way.”
He took out his camera and quietly cataloged everything: Stones together, coordinated, hole size, depth, time of day and of course the inscriptions.
Sean rushed a shot to catalog herbie’s face here in the rising light. The jaw, that look forward, the stance…digging the mystery.
This wouldn’t be the last night spent wandering the Bog and digging while a warm bed lay not too far awaiting, but he laughed away the cold and smiled at a new morrning sky.
Having been almost everywhere once, they would agree, there’s no place that they’d rather be.
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