Challenge
Today we are burying (fill in the blank) for the third time.
Write a story (or poem) that starts with this sentence.
No Way Out
Today
and yesterday
and the day before
I buried
that son of a bitch
for the third time
but he wouldn’t
stay buried
he kept rising
to the surface
little droplets
of sanguine reminders
seeping out
and torturing
my soul.
But this time,
would be
the last time,
as I tied
cement blocks
to ropes
and pitched
him overboard.
As I watched
the rope unwind
taking him with it
I became entangled
in the knots
becoming bound
with him
in salty brine
for eternity.
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