Keep Diggin’ His Grave!

“If you hadn’t killed him, we wouldn’t be here,” I say, swinging my shovel against the earth.

“Shut the fuck up and keep digging,” Hannah says.

Our shovels clanked against the cold ground, shocking my wrists with each swing.

“Great,” I say. “I’m an accessory to murder.”

“Would you stop throwin’ it in my face?”

“I ain’t going to jail for you!” I say.

“Steve,” she says, “It was self-defense.”

“How am I supposed to know?”

“What’s done is done,” Hannah says. “Don’t talk about this anymore.”

“We can’t get away with this forever,” I say, grunting as we roll his body in the shallow grave.

Hannah slides her hand down the small of her back.

I throw my hands in the air. “You’re going to kill me, too?”

“Dig,” she says, cocking the gun.

As I dug, I thought of an escape plan.

“Hey!” I say.

Hannah glances over her shoulder. I throw the shovel, hitting her in the head. She stumbles back and fires several rounds. “Son-of-a-bitch!” Hannah says.

Three bullets grazed my leg.

Hannah stood to her feet to finish the job. “No witnesses,” Hannah says, almost convincing herself this had to be done.

“You don’t have to do this,” I say.

Hannah stood in a firing position. “Couldn’t keep your mouth shut,” she says, shaking her head.

Hannah’s eyes slammed open and her body seized and she fell over as, Angie, the girl I was cheating on Hannah with, tazed her.

“‘Bout time you got here!” I say. “I was sick and tired of hearing her voice.”

“I had to tie up some loose ends at the shop.”

“You sure they’re all dead?”

“As dead as could be,” Angie says.

“Throw me the rope,” I say. “I wanna tie Hannah up.”

“Don’t kill her,” Angie says. “She’s already killed someone and we have the evidence.”

I draw a sharp breath and blow out a sharp sigh. “You gonna say anything, Hannah?”

She shook her mouth gag loose. “I promise. I don’t know anything.”

I untie her and we climb in the car, hoping to beat the morning traffic.

Bang bang bang bang

Shots ripped through the windows. I peek over the seat. “He’s not dead!” I say.

“Because this is Halloween and we were playing a trick on you,” Angie says.





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