short short short short story competition

There is a man in braces outside wielding an instrument that flattens earth. We have mostly found this upsetting.

Elsewhere is a mechanical digger also doing things to dirt. We cannot see the digger but the vibrations and noise would suggest that we should be upset by that too. There are large black tubes sprawling from the ground like the limbs of some grotesquely toasted octopus. It's unfairly not clear why.

It is quiet in the office.

Except for the digger.

And our gentle weeping.

We have a new competition though: details are here on the website.