The Quarantine Tale
It was a cold day in March when the world closed down. Karl and his wife, Kristy, and all the world were told to stay in their houses. A plague had fallen on the world, and it wasn’t safe to be around other people. At first it wasn’t too bad. There was time to do things. The lockdown forced people to stop there rushing around. Who doesn’t like staying home? But after a few weeks, it began to wear on Karl. He got restless. Confused. Unsure. He needed something but he didn’t know what. More than that, he had a strange, new thought that he couldn’t get out of his head. Something was telling him to dig. There was a large hill in his backyard, and he’d always imagined digging a tunnel or a cave under it. So one day, with his wife looking strangely at him out the window, Karl began to dig. He walked behind his house, halfway up the hill, and drove his shovel into the green loam and pried it from the ground. On the first day, he didn’t get too far. Shoveling dirt was hard. He had a hole...