The Burial Site
by Chris Eldin
Brian thought of surprisingly little. The reefer in his gym bag. Whether or not frozen carcasses get eaten.
He lay his gym bag and shovel by the overgrown root and pulled out the reefer. It lit on the first try. This was good luck, he thought. He noticed a group of ox beetles scattering up the trunk. A gust of wind blew through a spider web. It shivered and stayed.
He smoked and looked for the hole. When he found it, he kicked the leaves away and climbed in. The reefer burnt to a nub so he aimed it at the ox-beetles but they didn’t care or maybe they were already high.
He still fit in his hiding hole so he didn’t worry about digging anymore but he did pull his gym bag in and got out the gun and put the bag under his head because the rock was giving him a cramp and the wind wasn’t so bad down here and the beetles did look quite nice and the sky overhead blue blue and only one cloud which looks like a popcorn oh how simple-minded maybe it looks like a dam yeah a dam that broke loose somewhere and carries with it all the shit that people throw away and do they throw away other people yes they do all the time you just gotta watch the news and crawl into your own private hell I mean hole when the cloud went away he pulled the trigger.