By David J Wing
Through the cracks in the slats of the fence that bordered the property, she watched as he hammered and tore, then dug and deposited the framework of a man, a man she once knew well.
The mass filled the trench to capacity and then pulled an earthly shroud tight around it. She held her breath, she gasped, she screamed — ever so silently.
As the steps trudged away a door closed. She crawled under the hedgerow and came upon the scene. She plucked a rose and laid it to sleep along with him.
A temporary living companion, in moments she’d be next.
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