“You’re not leaving me today, Alice!” I scream through the pouring rain. “No way! No uglies for you today! I love you, Alice! I’ve always loved you!” I hold her up in her seated position with a hand tightly pressed against one of her shoulders. My other hand slides under her opposite shoulder. I lean forward and wrap its length around her narrow and slick back. “No way!” I yell and pull her torso upwards and out of the muddy grave. With every ounce of strength I can muster I pull…pull…pull her out of the grave, and feel every muscle within my body burn.
Although I think Alice will fight me, she doesn’t. Limp, she moves with me. I slip her entire body up and over the muddy wall, and eventually out of the crypt. First her chest, now her hips, legs, and feet. All of her flops forward, agains
