“I never would have turned out like this if it wasn’t for you.” I spoke around the nails in my mouth, shaking my head.
Her sunken eyes looked up at me from her pinewood coffin. She had been pretty once, a real looker; but now her skin was beyond pale, a gross, veined grey. This was difficult for me. I hefted the lid on.
Lining up the first nail, I raised the hammer and brought it down swiftly.
Thunk.
Thunk.
Thunk.
Ten in all.
It took a rope and pulley system to heft the coffin into my truck bed. Throwing a tarp over it, I hopped in and drove out into the country. I shifted into reverse and gunned it, aiming for the deep hole I had pre-dug days earlier. I mashed my foot down on the break, and the box went flying into the grave.
It took six hundred shovels of dirt to make her disappear.
End
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