I buried him again today. Deeper this time.
I even backfilled the hole with some expansive cement, the sort that doesn’t shrink during hardening but actually expands a little over time. I know that may sound extreme but these were desperate times.
Each time he turns up he looks a little more decomposed but you can still clearly see the hole in his head where I shot him.
I know what game he’s playing. Reckons the guilt will eat away at me and I’ll confess.
That’s not going to happen.
I’ll just keep digging deeper holes and get in more cement.