A Conversation At Riversleigh
one could find in a Garden Shed I created this story for the Riversleigh Adventure.
Enjoy.
There’s something buried in the Gardener’s Shed and why would someone bury something that wasn’t dead yet?
The thing in the shed isn’t buried very deep, so if you were to crawl over the dead fall in front of the door and were able to push your way through he matted cobwebs and you didn’t mind the smell of rotting leaves and small unburied creatures you’d find there under the window a slightly raised mound of earth.
Were you to look at the raised mound long enough and the light somehow managed to find it’s way through the little panes of glass covered with dust and dirt you’d think someone was lying there on their side with one arm cradling their cheek and the other laying comfortably on their side.
Wouldn’t you?
If you brought a flashlight and the beam was bright you might think you could see something wrong with the entire left side of the sleeping figure’s face. You might think that maybe that the face was gone, smashed in by something like that shovel in the corner.
Isn’t that right?
They might wonder what you were doing back there in a rotting shed behind the Manor House in the dead of Night, they might see you take the shovel and try to smooth and pound that little raised mound of Earth flat.
That’s what they’d see wouldn’t they?
So I must ask you again, why would you bury something that is not dead yet?
Go ahead you can tell me.
Just keep your hands were I can see them.

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This always gives me the creeps A.M. I ain’t going in this garden shed to see the shovel or anything else that may be tucked in a dark corner. No way!
I am staying inside with all the lights on.
Oh Heather…you don’t have anything to be afraid of it’s just me…waiting…
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Ewwwww… I told you to take THAT to the recycling center, not bury it in the gardening shed. Yuck.
S-c-a-r-e-e, Anita Marie.
Mmm, I got a shiver or two up and down my spine when I read this. I won’t be going near the shed by myself in future!
What’s she burying now? I’m almost afraid to ask, really. It wasn’t anything we might need later, was it?
Gee, I don’t know.
Maybe we should do a head count.
Har har har
I love your writing, it makes my skin crawl.
… which is good.