Fine - February 07, 2012

[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "Fine". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out. You can read all of them in the waves category]]

Fine - Squiddy Geiger - February 07, 2012

The work was painstaking, mindnumbingly so, but it was worth it. Ultimately, their discoveries would revolutionize thought on the history of the ancient Waslav Dynasty. Of this, Aaron was quite sure. He just wished sometimes that it would go a bit faster.

He was working the grid location known as J12, an area that included sand in a densely packed, almost concrete-like conglomeration that forced him to remove small bits of the sand structure slowly and very carefully, then sweep it away with the brush, careful to make sure there were no tiny artifacts in what was removed, hoping to find bigger artifacts, the ones that brought fame. Tiny artifacts might prove a theory, but people remembered the cool stuff. The big, beautiful, spectacular finds made the news. The little stuff made the obscure journals of his profession.

Half of this level was done, and they'd only found small indicators that anything interesting might be here; hints at something important, a big find, but nothing yet to prove their hypothesis - that Waslav the Seventh had indeed lived here, rather than in the capital at Porcaba. He sighed, pausing a moment, then went back to the painstaking removal of the fine dust and sand.

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