Henryk
Clink.
Wedged deep within the cracks of a land well plundered, weary arms fought to raise an unbalanced pickaxe well over their owner's head. Then, with an abrupt grunt and a weighty swing, the tool came crashing down again.
Thunk.
Slowly, Henryk wiped the prevalent sweat that stained his brow, a residue of dirt smear...