Buried pleasure (standard:drama, 1203 words)
Author: Lev821	Added: Apr 01 2005	Views/Reads: 3844/2344	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
In the pursuit of morbid pleasure, Barbara takes things a little too far.

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decided it would be the best place to meet Mr Benson. There would be 
less chance of any witnesses, and she only had a few moments before it 
would have been impossible. That, she decided, was her little window of 
opportunity, and she must not miss it. If she did, then she would have 
had to have waited another week, and her desire for funeral attendance 
would have grown, temptation making her agitated and anxious. 

Armed with a brand new claw hammer she had bought, she decided the best
tactic was simply to hide in the bushes, and as he walked past, come up 
behind him and hit him with the hammer on the back of the head. When 
the day of the bowling match came, Barbara nervously waited in the 
bushes, waiting for Mr Benson. It was cold, the pond behind her like a 
sheet of glass. She waited over an hour, passing the time by imaging 
what the funeral would be like. Eventually Mr Benson appeared, making 
his way, as ever, to the pub. He passed by where Barbara was hidden, 
and she reached up to grab a branch to pull herself up onto the 
pavement, and realised how slow her reactions were, as she had been in 
the same position, like a trapdoor spider, waiting for an insect, since 
she had arrived. Cold had set into her bones, and she found she hadn't 
the strength. The hammer dropped from her other hand, and the branch 
she had grabbed snapped. She fell backwards, almost like a statue, into 
the freezing water. She hadn't the strength to struggle, and slowly 
sank into the murky depths of the pond. 

Nobody noticed her missing. Her body was never found, so no funeral
could take place, where no mourners would shed a tear for her, nor even 
think of her, all memories of her forgotten, as though she had never 
even existed. 


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