surrender + sorry (excerpt from sarahzwriter's book-in-progress)

What she found stopped her in her tracks. An enormous, deep trench had been excavated and the whale carcass had been flipped inside. She couldn’t help herself; she tore off her shoes and ran to the edge of the pit to see the creature, already half covered by sand, with deep gauges, wounds along its belly and back from the machine effort it took to drop it into the hole. The smell wasn’t what dropped her to her knees, but rather the roughness of it, the merciless and ungraceful end to such a noble, divine creature. It was like watching a God being shot out of heaven, to see it lying so wounded deep in the ground. She picked up a fistful of sand and threw it in the hole, and whispered, “I’m sorry.” She picked up another, and another, and then turned around and dug deep into the sand shoveling as much as she could as fast as she could, “I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY!”

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