She drove her old Pontiac up the deserted country road that led to the secret field. Destiny had to prepare the site first and have everything ready for a quick disposal and run. She had waited three months for the soil to soften after winter, so she knew the ground would break with her shovel.
Destiny began to dig, and she knew she had her work cut out for her. Six feet deep. She never understood the rules of six feet deep, but she always followed the rules so she dug. Sweat poured down her back and blisters were
forming on her hands, but she kept digging until she reached the depth needed.
Now all she had to do was wait for her package to be delivered and it was over. Destiny was quite surprised how easy it was to find Carlos. A private detective willing to take it to the next step if you gave him enough money for it. For 15,000 dollars she didn't have to get her hands dirtier than she needed to. No clean up, no mess and no evidence left. Carlos was a professional at it.
She curled up in the back seat of her car for a quick nap to refuel for the next step. Although Carlos did most of it, he doesn't bury them. Destiny was entirely responsible for disposal. She wasn't complaining since this was much smoother than she anticipated. Her eyes began to close, and she drifted off into sleep peacefully knowing that after today she was free.
She was wakened by the lights pulling in behind her vehicle. She could see Carlos walking up to her idling car. He was smiling while giving her the "ok" gesture with his hand.
She got out of her Pontiac and began to move towards her freedom and safety.
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The Secret Field
Short StoryDestiny Grover had enough of being stalked for a decade. When does it become a matter of survival of the fittest ? When is it self defence and protecting what is yours ? How do you know when it's time to cross the line that you know will give you fr...
