Joel
A light snow dusted the ground as I heaved the body into the freshly dug hole. Snowflakes began to fall and settle into the dirt. It was like a beautiful blanket over the body, which felt appropriate.
I had wanted to shoot him, but he was desperate and begged for his life. He cried like a baby, but I felt little sympathy for him. He was a criminal, although that’s not why I killed him. It wasn’t out of rage or revenge, or because he wouldn’t shut up with his grand life advice. I did it because that was my job. There was no emotional attachment to his death, only duty.
The snow fell harder and harder until there were no signs of me being at the grave. It looked as if it had always been that way.
It was late, and I ended up sleeping in my truck at a road stop. Not that I got much sl
