Conspiracy

by Darrin Mossor

Body rigid, stiff. Lifeless eyes filmed over, sightless and empty.

I drew the short straw. Had to make the corpse disappear or there would be trouble. We would pay!

The body wouldn't stay gone, like some Hitchcock movie. There wasn't enough time! We'll be caught!

"Honey, next time you're in charge of flushing the goldfish!"


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Darrin Mossor
Last modified: Mon May 4 17:21:39 1998