The shovel struck his head a third time, but he refused to stay down. Though his body was weak and stiff, something within him drove him forward. The desire to eat sent slivers of pain throughout his body. All he needed, no, wanted, was a bite. Just one to quench the burning within him. Why couldn’t they understand his suffering?
“Hit again, Pa. That’s not Rich no more.”
“But I am Rich. Franky, I…”
Another shovel blow ended his plea. Why couldn’t they understand him? He wasn’t moaning!
He cursed as the shovel was swung at him once more.