As the street lights flicker with the last drop of rain, only a lone set of headlights can be seen driving past the road as it’s beams cast a reflection in the water puddles left from a night of heavy fall.
A distinct sound heavy on the ears plays on the radio
“
It's so unreal
Didn't look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on, but you didn't even know
Wasted it all just to watch you go
I kept everything inside
And even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me
Will eventually be a memory of a time when
“
Looking through the rear view mirror he saw no car in sight, just his coat by the passenger seat and phone with green light blinking.
His hands gripping the wheel tighter and tighter as his foot got heavier on the gas.
“You might want to watch the road as you seem to fancy speed now”
A deep voice echoed from the backseat of the old muscle car he is pushing to the limit. Without a turn to look he simply looked to the rear view mirror.
“ I thought you was going to sit this one out” he replied as averted his gaze back to the road.
“ I wouldn’t miss you in the works, after all this one is special and dear to me”
The black car sped down the road as water puddles splash under the few street lights that still had a little life in them.
About an hour of drive from the bridge he pulled over to the right side of the road getting on a mushy and grassy path that was barely visible under the full moon.
As soon as he passed the entry point a long deserted pathway stood in front of him, turning off the headlights he continued down the narrow road avoiding trees and branches, after a few minutes of drive he pulled over looking out at the hill that stood in front of him with the moon hovering above it.
Getting out of the car his black boot left a shoe print big enough to be a size 12, mud covered the areas that the grass failed to grow over the Un trespassed land.
The headlights blinked as he slammed the door making his way to the trunk.
Pulling on the old fashioned trunk lock he moved his fingers about until he felt the familiar metal grip, pressing it in with 3 fingers he heard a click as he raised the trunk of the black 62 mustang open.
Bending over to have a better view of the trunk he pulled on something as he dropped a shovel to the ground, with the sound of it hitting a pebble as an axe fell beside it.
Not wasting anymore time he grabbed hold of something and yanked it out of the trunk as a pile of black cloths hit the ground, he slammed the trunk as the key fell off the handle hitting the back of the shovel before resting in the muddy grass disturbed by his recent activities.
Bending over to pick up the key he paused for a while, as he looked into the eyes of the man gagged up and tied with his hands and legs coupled together like a traveler’s luggage from a locomotive train passenger.
Without a moment more to waste, he grabbed the shovel and axe with his left hand and pulled on the ropes with his right hand dragging the body by the belly as he made a path to the top of the hill.
Setting the shovel and axe to rest on the ground he let go of the rope as the body rolled over once with a sound of pain and air trying to escape a blocked passage, he grabbed the axe as he walked about pressing his feet to the ground, a few paces to the left he stood and looked down as if measuring something before he let the axe fall to the ground sinking in with ease.
He kept digging into the soil with the axe relentlessly as he made a square shape on the ground, he stood up staring at the trees as drops of water wet his face, his black leather jacket rests on the ground as he walked over it with a white vest now stained by the brownish color of mud.
Grabbing him by the rope he pulled him closer to the spot as he started shoveling mud and soul out of the place he was earlier digging at.
A few minutes of digging left him knee deep in a hole, he stepped out and walked to the body pulling the rag that gagged him and topping it to the ground, he walked back and continued working with the shovel.
“ you expect me to plead? “
“ expectations are for the hopeful “
“ you didn’t have to gag me, I wouldn’t have called for help anyway “
“ the damned deserve no help nor acknowledgement, say your last prayers and make peace “
He kept shoveling carelessly as the hole became more of a mud pile, deep enough for his waist line to be barely visible from outside.
“ what last prayers do I have to give, for us to be here I should know the conclusion of my story”
Left boot first he stepped out looking down at the figure still tied up as the rain gets heavier drowning the sounds of the crickets that could be heard earlier.
“ do what you have to do, I’ve made peace with it “
He grabbed him by the rope, dragging along the mud and wet grass as he threw him into the hole, he fell in face first as the mud got to his face he struggled to breath and turn all at once, managing to fall to his side, he looked up as the man in a muddy vest with dirty gloves stood atop him barely visible only when the lightning flashes.
“ are you gonna shoot me too? “
He just stood their at the edge of the newly dug hole, face lost to the view he seemed to be enjoying more than the task he was about to accomplish, without a word or look to the victim of a prayer less burial he walked away.
Wondering what was to come next he felt something fall to the side of his face as it dropped to the ground, seeing the mud infront of him he felt more dropping on him as it slowly became evident to him he was getting buried alive.
They both kept a silent pact as one shoveled and the other felt his last moments slowly being hugged in by the sand and mud kept pulling up on top of him, the rain remained relentless as he kept shoveling until the ground in front of him became level with the areas around it axcept from some patches he took out to transfer grass from the surrounding area to leave for quicker growth over the gruesome act he carelessly participated solely in.
He dropped the shovel as he took off the gloves discarding them carelessly just to fight with the zipper of his blue Jean, a few moments later he was staring into the soul of the empty sky as he gasped out a sigh of relief as the sound of the rain covered the sound of the pee he was leaving on the victims final resting place.
Getting back to the trunk of his mustang he popped it open faster this time as he dropped the shovel and the axe cleaned with a rag and the rain fall.
Wasting no time he pulled back to the main road speeding down the way he came, music on the radio goes on.
“ This the shit that I live for with the people I'd die for
This the shit you can't fake dawg, this the shit you need God for
This that shit we really gotta talk about in person
There's some shit I need to work on, but I know you see me working
This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for”
Getting back on the bridge he turned the radio down a bit as a voice from the back seat interrupted the song fading out on the radio as the announcer was about to discuss a topic on youth and election.
“ so what, no eulogy?”
He asked with a sound of sarcasm in his voice.
“ fuck a eulogy this ain’t new to me “
Was the only reply he got as they passed the last flickering light.
“ what the hell was that about, that’s a messed up way to go yo “
A third voice interrupted from the other side of the back seat.
“ you smell of piss and wet sand”
The Second voice in the back seat replied.
