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Compound Fracture

by Jean Hendrickson

Stop crying — you know I didn’t mean to do it; you couldn’t stand her waaa-waaa-waaa crying, either. Now, we have to figure out where we’ll hide the body, so get the shovel and bring it down behind those trees while I find a soft place to dig. No one will believe it was an accident; they already think we’re both way bad. That’s your fault for sneaking cigarettes out of daddy’s car and tattling on me about everything. Here, give me the shovel, slowpoke; I’m much stronger than you are. Marissa grabbed the heavy instrument, hit him over the head - breaking his neck - then sweated in the cool air as she dug a huge hole, and then buried her brother along with their little sister’s Baby-Cry-Alot doll.

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Jean Hendrickson lives right on the beach of the beautiful Chesapeake Bay and consorts with writers in the hope their talent will rub off on her.

5 comments:

Leatherdykeuk said...

Lovely. I can't help thinking that's not the first time she's killed.

Baby Island said...

Nice little twist at the end. :)

Madam Z said...

Marissa is a very naughty girl! Jean is a very good writer.

Lauran Strait said...

Remind me to hide the shovels when I'm around you, Jean.

Anonymous said...

Jean,
You're just a little too good. Are you sure this really didn't happen?
Good work.

Jeanette Cheezum