Bury - March 10, 2012

[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "bury". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out. You can read all of them in the waves category]

Bury- Squiddy Geiger - March 10, 2012

The blood dripped slowly from the body's fingertips, into a pool on the ground, as if waiting for the next indignity to be bestowed upon it. The only sounds were the deep breathing of the other man present, and the sound of shovel hitting ground, and dirt being thrown clear.

Allan looked down at the scene, a disconnect between what he saw and what he 'knew' was real. That couldn't be him lying in the trunk, arm dangling over the edge, the blood starting to congeal, not dripping as quickly now. He looked at the man digging the hole. Digging his grave, he corrected himself, as he realized what the scene really showed him.

Dave was sweating profusely now. He wasn't in the best of shape and digging a grave was taking its toll on him now. Allan laughed. Dave paid no heed. Clearly, the living could not hear the dead. Strange. The events that had led here weren't clear in his mind. All he could remember was an argument over Alicia, but nothing definite, and he had no idea how he'd gotten in the trunk, let alone dead.

As he watched, David finished the hole, and climbed out. It was about four feet deep. Not the kind of grave Allan had hoped for, when he went, but enough to keep wildlife away. He watched as Dave dusted himself off a bit, then looked at the body a bit greenly. He didn't seem to be doing well, and clearly wasn't happy about moving the body from the car to the hole.

Finally Dave leaned over the body and grabbed it to lift it out. Good, the bastard was having trouble. Allan had been a large man. Too much enjoyment of food, and not enough exercise. He was happy about that now, make Dave suffer. Allan's body didn't seem to want to budge, and Dave pulled hard. As he did so, his face contorted and he grabbed at his left shoulder, and fell backwards, into the hole. His head hit a rock, as he landed head first in the hole.

Allan laughed again, as he watched a shimmery, translucent Dave climb out of the hole, the normal Dave still lying in a crumpled heap at the bottom. Ah, justice was served. "Over here, you bastard."

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