Sometimes the everyday objects we use, pass through our hands without a second thought. They become just another tool to aid with the tasks of the day. Devices that easy our life slip into the fabric of the days, getting lost in the warp and weft of time.
What happens when we enter into the life of one of these tools, and see the world and work through their eyes? I offer the story, Piercing Soil as an to that end.
Some of you may have noticed that you haven't received a new short story in a few months. Well, there is a good reason for that. Actually, there are two good reasons.
