The black-tar filled the hands of ole' man jenkins.
completely filling his hands until his wrinkled skin was completely drenched.
firmly pulling his tough, torn fingers off the grip of the iron-pickaxe.
" its... it's too thick, it won't budge" yelled a significantly bigger, broad shouldered fellow standing right behind him.
tire in his eyes & coal residing on every inch of his entire body including his rugged ,long white socks.
The air was thick & the miners began breathing heavier and heavier by the moment...
All six of them, trapped by an accidental collapse within the old wooden frames structure, that outlined the entire mines massive burrow system.
"We're sitting ducks", another man mumbled sitting close by.
two hours had already went by and no luck begot the 6 of them.
Waiting for rescue that might never come in time, before the oxygen levels depleted and all hope would be lost.
The tired, aggravated, coal drenched miners all starred at each other in amazement, shaking their heads in utter disbelief.
Just them,those poor, beaten down, tiresome miners, their pickaxes & only time would tell what this misfortune might bring...

The oldest of the group, a Mr....