I trudge along the muddy path carrying my beloved’s corpse. The stone steps cut across the grassy slope are all that stands between me and my destination.

I look at her – drenched in blood, her throat slit open. I break down in anguish. Why did she have to die? And violently? The moon peeps from behind the clouds and bathes her face with an ethereal glow. She looks so beautiful and so very dead.

Not for long! Not if I can do something about it!

I climb up the stairs and reach the abandoned cemetery.

I lay her into the muddy confines of a shallow grave and shovel dirt in, muttering a prayer. I sit down near her temporary resting place and begin my wait.

What went wrong? We were so desperately in love with each other.

The clock strikes midnight. The grave starts to rumble. I smile in anticipation.

A slender hand appears through the earth.

Why did she cheat on me with Paolo?

I crunch my shotgun ready.

Killing her once wasn’t enough.

Note: This piece of fiction is inspired by Stephen King’s ‘Pet Semetary’ and is in response to the weekly Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) hosted by Priceless Joy.

Word Count: 175

Picture Credit: JS Brand

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