May 6, 2016 by Felicia Hf
“Didn’t you bring a shovel?”
“Shovel? You never said anything about a shovel!”
“A paint brush? Are you kidding me? What the hell are we meant to do with that?”
“You told me to bring a paint brush and a lamp!”
“How are you planning on burying the body with a paint brush?”
“I don’t know…”
“Well, go ahead, get shovelling with your darn paint brush then. I’ll get the body from the trunk.”
“You want me to dig… with a paint brush?”
“You’re the one who brought it, dimwit! Now go get to work.”
Setting the lamp aside, he awkwardly began digging with the paint brush, then tossed it aside and used his hands.
There was some shuffling, heavy breathing and twigs snapping, then the other came into view, dragging a corpse towards them. Suddenly there was a thump and the flame died.
“The lamp! You tripped over the lamp!”
“Then get it burning again!”
“I thought the lit lamp would be enough… I didn’t bring any more matches…”
FFftPP, Week #19 – 2016