murder isn`t a one time deal

In the end she decided to bury Jimmy’s body in the abandoned field just beyond the green and white Thanks for Visiting Thompson Creek, Drive Safe sign. She had briefly considered trying to stuff his body into the freezer in the basement but nearly retched when she realized he wouldn’t fit without a few… alterations.

She was surprised by the weight of him as she dragged Jimmy down the stairs from their bedroom, twice nearly losing her balance to tumble the rest of the way. That would be just perfect, she thought as she waited for her racing heart to calm after the second near miss. The neighbours would find me in an unconscious heap at the bottom of the stairs with Jimmy’s corpse condemning me with his unseeing eyes.

For the first time since Jimmy had first brought up the idea seven years ago, she wished she had agreed to his suggestion to add a garage to the side of their home. It had just seemed so unnecessary before, a graveyard for unused tools and cardboard boxes filled with long forgotten items. But as she stood in the doorway with her eyes searching for watching eyes, his corpse propped against the wall behind her, she saw a use for it she could never have predicted.

After several agonizing minutes passed with no interruptions in the night’s silent watch, she gripped the body under the armpits and hauled him to their waiting 2005 silver GMC Envoy. Boring, reliable, but at least it had enough trunk space to fit all their groceries on their weekly Sunday trip to the market. And plenty of room for one slightly below average body.

That was Jimmy for you, she thought as she gently closed the trunk; completely, utterly below average.

There were no cars on the road at that hour, no judging headlights to observe her erratic driving. She parked on the gravel shoulder directly behind the town‘s farewell sign, killed the engine, and listened to the whispering shadows cast by the pine trees lining the road.

Realizing they offered no solace, she stepped out of the car, moved to the back, and hauled the body out of the trunk and into the field. The grass grasped for her knees with sharp fingers as she struggled to reach a comfortable distance from the road. When she was satisfied she had come far enough she allowed Jimmy to fall to the ground with a soft thump and stood over him, wiping the sweat from her eyes.

Oh my God… I didn’t bring a shovel.

On feet that could not carry her fast enough she ran back to the car, slammed the door closed in her distraction, and brought the engine back to life. She executed a messy U-turn and sped back to the scene of her undoing. Heart pounding, mind filled with thoughts of the body being discovered in her absence, she fumbled the shovel from the tool shed in the backyard, sending the rake clattering to the ground.

Back down those same roads she drove again, this time with a long-handled shovel riding shotgun. As she came around the final corner and the sign came back into view her heart nearly flew from her chest.

No… no…. no!

A blue station wagon was parked exactly where she had originally stopped. Her headlights illuminated an empty vehicle as she pulled in behind it with her thoughts quickly turning numb. The engine went silent once more and she stepped onto the gravel with the shovel in her trembling hands.

As she stood beside her car wondering what to do next, where the driver had gone off to, an erratic splashing came to her ears. She stared into the field, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the dark. At last she saw a man on unsteady legs facing away from her, perhaps twenty feet from the road. Perhaps five feet from Jimmy’s body.

She approached on feet that could not move quietly enough, carrying a shovel suddenly grown heavy. He was humming a tune, one she did not recognize. She could smell the beer from ten feet away as he continued to serenade the stars.

As she swung the shovel at the back of his head the only thought in her head was: This is a bit easier the second time around.

The End

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