By Mike Jackson
I buried him again today. Deeper this time.
I even backfilled the hole with some expansive cement, the sort that doesn’t shrink during hardening but actually expands a little over time. I know that may sound extreme but these were desperate times.
Each time he turns up he looks a little more decomposed, but you can still clearly see the bullet hole in the middle of his forehead. I know what game he’s playing. Reckons the guilt will eat away at me and I’ll confess.
That’s not going to happen.
I’ll just keep digging deeper holes and filling in more cement.
Nicely done, Mike.
Many thanks for your comment Roy.
Guilt is a bitch.
It is indeed. Just won’t go away.
Thanks for your comments.
Excellent. Hopefully fiction.
Now that would be telling!
Thanks for your comments Tim.
Great piece of writing.
Many thanks Anita.
Tension filled, love it.
Thanks for your comments Rachel.