12 years. Diurnal.
Middle of the night. Digging is always the same. Meticulous in life. Meticulous in death. Don't piss in the water you drink. Plucking the fingernails off with my own two hands. Gloves of course. Souvenirs.
Sometimes my dreams arise. Drugs deaden the brunt. Wife takes pity on my night time terrors. I tell her it's the job. Crime scene photos get to me, job stress. Sometimes we even try to make love, but I can't perform. Already spent my seed in the exquisite nude corpses of my lovers, now in my pit at the edge of town.
Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Just outstanding, Richard; a pleasure to read. One of the best drabbles I've read in weeks.
Brandon Sutton over 9 years ago
The end of the story comes so quickly because of the drabble's pace that is shocking even beyond what the story conveys itself. Excellent work!
Bryan Thomas over 9 years ago
Great drabble, Richard!
Elizabeth O. Smith over 9 years ago
I like this a lot :D