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The shovel enters the earth, and the dirt enters the grave. The rhythmic repetition continues, as today there are five holes to fill. The sun dips low in the winter sky, its scrutinizing gaze burns and irritates the skin. Even as the days grow colder, it’s accusing scorn seems to burn hotter. The first resting place to fill belongs to the housekeeper. To the best of your recollection, she has always been old and devoid of humour. Yet she has taken care of your father’s manor since you were a small boy. Now she lays ten feet below it. It can't be recalled how, or when, during the night she died. Perhaps her heart gave out. No matter, she is dead all the same. Next is the gardener, and after that his wife. She was the first to die, the rising urge had finally reached its zenith and self control was lost. The wrong place at the wrong time, fittingly her life ended in much the same way it was lived. From what you know of the hapless women, that trait characterized her entire life. The hand absentmindedly seeks the wound on your back. Too late did the rusty hoe enter the body, for the wife was already long dead by then. Try as you may, you can no longer find the entry point. The wound has already healed, Its depth has rescinded. It was put there by a large sturdy man, as big as a bear and as loud as one too. Now he may be mistaken for a mouse by the Valkyries. The fourth is the witness. Who she was, or why she was here may forever stay a mystery, a secret taken to the grave. The last to be buried, was the last to be killed. The boy. At the request of the mayor, he was given a place to live. In exchange he looked after the horse and did odd jobs. He kept himself busy, one day he would have been an honest man. His youth and vigour was not enough to carry him away unfortunately. Run down in the fields and torn limb from limb. In the grave are the pieces that could be found, never to be put together again. Could all this have been avoided? Are you to blame? Perhaps If the truth had been accepted? Lies upon lies told to the self cloud ones vision. You didn't accept what was unfolding before you, and now these people have paid the price.
