Mike stood staring at the hole in the fence. This was it. He could back out now, and no one would fault him for doing it.
Except Ben, of course, and Ben was the only reason Mike was here. Even though in his head, Mike knew it wasn’t too late, Ben had a way of making him feel like it was too late, that he was already in too deep. They had come to dig up a grave, and now that Mike was here, shovel in hand, he didn’t feel he could abandon Ben. This was, of course, something on which Ben had counted.
Besides, Mike was curious. They weren’t just digging up any old grave. They were digging up Ben’s father.
“You sure she’s coming?” Mike asked.
“I told you she’s coming. She’s probably already here,” Ben replied. “Come on.” He held the freshly cut metal prongs back so Mike could fit. Mike sighed and tossed his shovel into the hole, where it landed with a soft thud in the grass. Then he climbed through.
"You ever wonder," Ben asked, as he let the stiff steel prongs snap back into place between the two of them, "why we buried our dad in a lion enclosure?"
Mike had wondered. He'd meant to ask about that.
"Here she comes..." Ben said.
Mike heard a low growling in the distance, getting closer. Something loosened in the pit of his stomach.
Maybe he should have asked who Elsa was, too.
Opening: Stacy.....Continuation: anon.