“What do you want to do with it?”
“What do you mean, what do we want to do? We’re calling the police!”
“No we’re not. We do that and it’s all over. They’ll think it was us! No, we bury it.”
“There’s no going back from that!”
“No one’s going to find out if we keep our mouths shut!”
“But…”
“But nothing. Do you want to go to prison? Because we will. The police already blame us for everything that goes wrong in this town. If they find us here with this…”
“Okay, okay… I’ll go find two shovels.”
“Good.”
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Rae Fairchild (MRB)
I love to write; putting pen to paper fills my heart and calms my soul!
Rae Fairchild is my pen name. (Because why not? Pseudonyms are cool!)
I do publish elsewhere under my real name, Mary Rae Butler. (Fairchild, an old family surname.)
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What a wonderful piece of writing! Imaginative and expertly executed. Well done!