SHORT STORY

I love to write short stories. Hope you enjoy this one.

THE BODY

     She peeked into her son's room. He was spread out, the same way she left him. She sighed. Better to get this over with. He'd never know...never feel the pain.
     She quietly closed his door and peered out the front window. Nothing stirred. The street lights flickered in the darkness. The decision made, she grabbed the shovel and the flashlight she had carefully placed next to the door, and walked to the back yard. She hung the light on a branch of a tree and began to dig.
     After a few minutes, she stopped to wipe the perspiration from her face. If her husband hadn't left her with a young son, and plagued with debt, she wouldn't have to end things this way. She was out of options.
     She inhaled deeply and continued to dig until the hole was deep and wide enough. She took a quick look around to make sure no one watched. At three am, the neighborhood was quiet.
     She made a trip back to the house for the body and carefully wrapped him in an old quilt.She dragged the bundle outside, next to the hole. She wished it didn't have to end like this, but it was the only way. She lowered the body into the hole and began to fill the space. Tears threatened, but she sniffed them back.
      She'd miss that old dog, but after he died, she couldn't afford to take him to the vet for disposal. Hopefully, her son was too young to miss him, or ask too many questions.