Growing up, spring was always welcome, but was a sign of dirty work to come.
Before the drifts could fully melt our father would come to us, tools in hand, and command us children put down our new things and follow him.
With childlike zeal we would dig into the snow and pull out the naked bodies. In case anyone came by, we would store them under some brush until the ground was soft enough for digging.
I never figured why father was so paranoid, if we had summer visitors we could just take care of them like the rest.
I giggled. Wasn't expecting that.
ReplyDeleteJust add the whole "based on a true story" tag.
That got creepy fast.
ReplyDeleteYeah fathers are weird that way.
ReplyDeleteHow often do you use the tag 'snow drifts'?
ReplyDeleteHaha wow that wasn't expected, very creative :)
ReplyDeletelol...very cool post and not what I expected
ReplyDeleteso house of wax isnt a fiction? Is your family last name Cullen and you go to school forever and glow in sun?
ReplyDelete"...we dig into the snow and"
ReplyDeleteOkay cool, childhood memories.
"pull out the naked bodies."
Holy shit what the hell!
Good one, haha!
I'm prolly going to hell for laughing at that.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely wasn't expecting it but very creative.
Going for the shock factor.
ReplyDeleteWorked :)
So weird.
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