Robert wiped his brow and took a large gulp of beer. He stared down at the hole he’d dug and the bulky package beside it, pleased with his work. ‘Of course,’ he said, dashing back to the car for the thing he’d forgotten.
Returning, he placed a large ribbon round the package and an enormous pink bow on top.
He was laughing as he manoeuvred the package into the hole and replaced the remaining soil.
He took another sip of beer.
‘She would be proud of that,’ he said, ‘perfectly gift-wrapped as she goes to hell.’

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