The Grave Digger (A Short Story) Read online

longer be heard. His screams were stolen by suffocating dirt, and all became very silent.

  As good as worm meat. Early worms get him.

  FRANK WALKED into a police station in a long coat, dirt caked his squeaking boots and under his fingernails was layers of sand. In his hand there was a note and a gun.

  “I’m here to report a murder.” He said to an officer. He dropped the note on the floor and raised the gun to his temple.

  “And a suicide.”

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