Clouds drifted across the moon, pallid in a velvet sky. Tanya shivered, wriggling deeper into her jacket. She stamped her feet impatiently, glancing down at the hole. Rita continued to scrape at its sides with the small trowel.

“Why are we doing this?” she asked, watching her breath curl upwards in the freezing night air.

“It’s for school. Someone might dig this up one day and they’ll get an insight into the twenty-first century,” replied Rita.

“What are you burying?”

“A Myspace flier, my mom’s old Blackberry, a box of expired diet pills and Greg’s jawbone. They’ll have trouble identifying him without that!” Rita giggled, and chills unrelated to the wintry night crawled up Tanya’s spine.

“Hurry up, I’m freezing.”

Rita pushed the makeshift time capsule into the earth, showers of dirt falling across its lid.

Tanya watched as she buried the truth.

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