DIG

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: The Imaginarium
A short story in 500 words

Submitted: March 17, 2019

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Andy Myers took a break from clearing his vegetable patch. Throwing the fork into the damp soil, it quivered as the fork prongs pieced the earth. He retrieved a handkerchief from his denims and slowly wiped his brow.

Pulling up the sleeve on his shirt, he glanced at his watch. By his reckoning he had about another hour of daylight left to finish.

He had been meaning to tidy this old vegetable patch for ages and was glad, if somewhat reluctant in the beginning, to be finally getting around to it.

Funny how things never turn out the way you expect them. This morning when he woke, he had been planning to clean the car and by the afternoon sit down with a cold can of beer while watching the game on TV.

However, Trudy his wife, put paid to that idea. Now because of her he was clearing the vegetable patch. Andy went over to the garden shed and returned with his spade and began to excavate.

“You never do what I ask you?” were some of Trudy’s passing comments Andy remembered.

“I will clean the car!” He could still hear his side of the conversation reverberating around in his head as he continued to dig.

“And the garage? You were meant to get rid of that rubbish months ago!”

“Give it a rest woman! I’ve been away on business all week. I’m entitled to a weekend off!”

With the argument from the morning continually on a loop going around his head, he briefly stopped digging to look back up at the house. He placed a hand on his chest, the pain from Trudy’s punch could still be felt. With another glance at his watch, he now had less than half-an-hour before the light was completely gone.

Then some rain drops splashed on his gloved hand prompting him to gaze skywards and see the threatening clouds. Time and weather were against him, now in haste he pushed on with his digging with Trudy’s voice still in his ears.

“So, raising a hand against me, are you? Go on then hit me if you dare, you haven’t got the guts because your scared of what I’ll do. I’m going shopping and won’t be back until six. Plenty of time for you to clear…”

That last word ‘clear’ still echoed in Andy’s brain as he bent down to pick-up the bundle of cloth. Holding it in both hands he could now see the blood from the kitchen knife seeping through. He hurled it into the shallow trench.

With the light almost gone, he looked back towards the house once more. This time focusing on the shroud lying on the patio. Trudging back across his cleared vegetable patch he reached the patio and slowly started to drag the shrouded Trudy towards the trench and began to cover her over.

Finally, exhausted he sat on the pile of earth and cracked open that cool can of beer that Trudy had denied him earlier.  




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