I took a sip of water straight from the tap. It was so cool, but I drank until I was full. I stood ups and wiped the water from mouth. I heard the door open. Slowly at first, then it stopped. I waited.
I jumped as the door slammed open, and slammed into the wall.
I knew it was her.
The smell, which wafted in with the opening of the door, was horrid. Rotten, like a cheerleader in pajamas who hasn’t showered for days.
She was dead.
The mud smeared across his clothes, in his hair and under his fingernails told him so.
The smell was stronger now, as he heard her shamble to the entrance to the kitchen.
“You always were stubborn. I should have dug a deeper hole.
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