This was the tree alright, the dead one with no leaves.

Streetlight nearby, no need for the torch I had brought.

A night of hard labour ahead, best get to it.

Sweat and dirt, clanging metal on rocky, hard ground.

Takes longer than you think to dig a deep grave.

At three in the morning I stand back and stretch my aching back, take a drag on a refreshing smoke.

A car arrives. They make their delivery without a word.

Dawn is breaking as I pat down the replaced soil.

Easiest hundred bucks I’ll ever make, no questions asked.

Copyright Ronda Del Boccio

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

101 thoughts on “THE GRAVEDIGGER

  1. hopefully, it wasn’t a hidden treasure that he’d just buried. otherwise, he could be in deep trouble. those who paid him a hundred bucks would kill him at the first opportunity. 🙂

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  2. This was an extremely well-written story, Iain. As someone else mentioned, it has a matter of fact tone to it. It shows that the MC is emotionally detached which is why he was a logical choice for the job.

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  3. I liked this, thought it was written well, i just have one small criticism. I hope you don’t mind. $100.00 is not much money for this. Even if it was legal, it seems like it took him hours of work, hard, back breaking work. $100.00 would barely cover that kind of work let alone his silence. Maybe a $1000..too much…five hundred, though.

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