Shovel and Bleach

“What do we do now?”

“We need to take care of them.”

“But won’t someone come looking?”

“For what? A no one? Someone will only look if they’re reported missing.”

“But the collar–”

“Doesn’t have an address or anything on it. I’m sure no one even knows it’s missing.” Jake grabbed onto the leg and pulled. He dragged the body through the brush and trees away from the road. Tate followed along after the body.

“What should I do?”

“Find something to make a hole to put this in.” Jake pulled the body further. Some hair snagged on the bushes as the arm went through.

” Okay, I think I have a snow shovel in the trunk.” Tate walked back to the car. He tried to open the trunk, but you have to twist the key and press the button at the same time to pop it open.

“Tate.” Jake calls to him. “Hurry.”

“Okay, okay. I’m coming.” Slam. Tate runs to follow Jake through the trees. He goes for about another twenty yards to find Jake, with the body on the ground. “It’s so gross.”

“Hurry up, it’s creeping me out.”

“I know, just give me a little bit. We need a big enough hole for it.” Tate began to dig a hole. Jake just walked around it as he kept digging. “Almost done.”

“Is this big enough?”

“If you fold it like this–”

“Oh. I didn’t know the body could move like that.”

“Down boy, we have a body to bury.”

“Ew…but it’s not like anyone’s–”

“Jake, no.” Tate laughs. “At least wait until we get to the car.” He finishes with the body and covers it with dirt. “Come on. We did what we could.”

“I just feel bad. We don’t even knows who owns it.”

“Probably some pervert or something. Let’s go babe.” Tate grabs onto Jake’s hand and pulls him back to the car.

As they left, some wind blew the freshly placed dirt. Some hairs broke free to the surface. If only they dug a little bit deeper.



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