The Resting Place, by Bobby Warner

(F.F.F. Website Story)

Two tourists stumbled through the burial ground, snapping photos. Sand swirled them in a capricious breeze.

She spat and made a face. “Ugh! Windy and dirty!”

“Good place for souls to lie through Eternity.”

“I wouldn’t want to lie here,” she said in that grating voice that irritated him so. His hand twitched as he swung the shovel, knocking her into a large opening.

“We don’t always get to choose where we’ll spend Eternity,” he said, stuffing her farther into the hole and packing dust about her. He took her rings, which should bring many pounds in the marketplace.


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