Monday, May 6, 2013

Prompt #2 Dim


The light faded from Rico’s eyes. Ed let himself drink in the sight. He had a little time. The warm air would keep the body limber for a while longer: those cop TV shows had a bit of truth.

He shifted his weight and started his work. The body would barely be moved: all the evidence would rot with him. Less risk than dragging it all over creation. No bloodstains in the car, no fibers of dead skin under his nails. Burn everything, spread the ashes, and bury the body so deep even the maggots would have to get pickaxes.

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