Temporary Mobile Grave

A minute or so passes before I have the nerve to readjust my crouch in the middle of the dark aisle.  I can't hear any footsteps, so I slowly crawl as stealthily as I can towards the cash register where a bit of moonlight will offer me some perspective.

My heart is racing so fast I can feel it pumping in the palms of both hands as I creep towards the end of the aisle; desperately trying to control my breathing.  I peek from the safety of the shadows and look around the corner --

and see --


nothing at first. 

The car engine still runs.

I stick my neck out a little farther to see past the car -- there's no one.

I take a deep breath and stand, and then I see what nothing could have prepared me for:

"No! No! No!!!" I yell as I race through the door towards our car.

Annie sits there slumped over like a scarecrow.  I can feel the burn from vomit rising in my throat as I blaze towards the driver's side to inspect.

"You stupid fucking bitch," I say out loud as I force the tears back and reach out to touch what's left of her forehead.  When my fingers find brain matter instead of bone, I know that she's gone.

"Why Annie?" I say in a half whisper as I slump onto the pavement and begin to cry uncontrollably.

How could she be so selfish as to leave me? 

When I manage to catch my breath between sobs, I stand up and scream.  I don't care what predators it attracts.  I scream until I can feel tears in my vocal cords, and then I scream some more. 

What kind of stupid fucking idiot would give up so soon? 

"You fucking stupid bitch," I say as I swing open the car door.  Her body slumps to the ground.

"All you could fucking think about was yourself," I mumble as I use my sleeve to wipe away some of the brains left on the headrest.

"Nevermind MY fucking needs, or the fact that I'd be all alone.  God forbid you fucking think of anyone but yourself!" I scream at her slumped body as I use some of the paper towels at the gas pump to wipe away her blood from the steering wheel.

I open a bottle of windshield wiper fluid and pour it all over the seat.  When it's empty I whip it at the convenience store and grab another bottle for the inside of the windshield.  After two or three more bottles I manage to somewhat clean up the car.

"Annie, how the hell are they going to accept me if the friggen car looks like it's been through a massacre?" I weep to her body. 

I realize amidst the crumbled bloodied paper towels, that I have nothing to wrap her in.  I take a quick scan around me before heading towards one of the outdoor freezers and remove it's plastic protective cover.

"Selfish fucking whore!" I yell and cry as I drag her body onto one end of the plastic and roll her up as best as I can. 

"Did you even think about me???" I yell as I drag her body towards the back of the car.  I have another crying fit, but use the last of my energy to lift her high enough that her torso flops into the trunk.  From there, I can lift her legs and place them in their temporary mobile grave.

"Bitch," I say with disgust and frustration as I race towards the driver's seat that is sopping wet from the combination of blood and windshield wiper fluid.

I start the car, and shove the double barrel away from me so that it leans against the passenger side window.

I only have 45 minutes or so until the sun comes up.  

And town is at least an hour's drive away.