Entirely Yours

Decades ago there was a friend, not so friendly, who turned one day to me. She had brought with her a hoe and a shovel. She began digging with great precision and concentrated purpose just there in that spot where we were. She made a hole in the earth where we met and talked; it was three meters deep, two meters wide and four meters long. When she had stacked the last of the dirt in the pile beside the edge of the hole, she abruptly jumped inside. Bewildered, I looked down at her as she recovered from the drop. She looked up at me and neither one of us said anything for a few moments.

"Why did you do this to me?" she said.