Today’s word is: Wash
Being an archaeologist was something that had always excited Connie Whitford. The chance to get covered in mud like a child while discovering lost pieces of history was a great job description.
Today was the last day of The Dig. So far, they had found nothing but old pieces of pottery. Which was great, but it wasn’t anything new. Hell, Connie had done a dissertation on the uses of these medieval and Roman pottery for her final year as an Undergraduate. Now she was getting her PhD and while she was studying she volunteered at The Dig.
Connie was crouched down in a trench. She was on her knees, her jeans covered in dried muck and a dark fresh layer on top of that. She was using her trowel to scrap away mud. For some reason, Connie felt like she was scratching away at a scratch-card rather than the floor of the trench.
Her instincts were proven right. In the next minute as she scratched at the muddy surface, her trowel catched something. She gently dug around it using the point of her trowel. She knew she could damage whatever it was, but she needed to get it out.
A ball of mud became loose. she begun to break the mud away.
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In the lab, Connie sat in a white lab coat with a toothbrush in her hand. In the other was a piece of pottery. She washed the mud from the piece of pottery, before moving on to the next and the next.
Just then, someone came into the lab. They approached her with a small case in their hands. She didn’t look at them, her eyes were intrigued by the case. The person holding it, opened the box for her to see inside.
There it was. A piece piece gold twisted into a ring with a ruby stone at the centre. Connie squealed. This was her treasure she had discovered at The Dig.