Buried

So it was whispered in the confessional and pardoned. It was whispered through tears in the darkness and offered up, until the words lost meaning,
and there was no one left to tell, no one left to listen.
The old man died and the new owner refused to let anyone on the property, refused to let anyone dig up the floor, refused to believe.
So much hope in denial that nothing happened. Somewhere three boys
wandered free together as friends that they were, following adventure.
Somewhere a young girl scraped her knees and ripped her dress falling from a tree.