THE HAND GRAVE

A grassy field. MASON & DIXON enter, hunched over, searching through the grasses. MASON comes to something.

MASON: Dixon, get over here.

DIXON: What is it?

MASON: It’s a human hand.

DIXON: Oh...

MASON: Do you want to pick it up?

DIXON: No.

MASON: It’s decomposing into the earth. Do you see that?

DIXON: No.

MASON: If you look closely you can see it decomposing.

DIXON: That hand is going to become one with this field.

MASON: That hand is merging with the dirt.

DIXON: It’s almost earth.

MASON: It’s gone.

DIXON: My watch fell out of my pocket!

MASON: Where?

DIXON: It fell into that hand grave.

MASON: Well...

DIXON: The watch is sinking into the dirt.

MASON: The watch is merging with the earth.

DIXON: That’s strange.

MASON: Are you going to grab it?

DIXON: I’m not.

MASON: That is fair.

The sun sets.