The gardener was grateful for two things above all: the fact that there was no-one around for miles (he hated interruptions), and the incinerator.
Of course, he’d made sure the place had an incinerator before he took the job, he always did. That part was non-negotiable. It made everything so much easier.
A gleam in the dirt caught his eye. He bent down.
“Sloppy,” he muttered. He grabbed hold of the finger, pulled the ring off and pocketed it.
He pushed the hand back down under the dirt and resumed his shoveling.
Ten minutes later he stopped to admire his work. The patch looked completely natural.
He’d have to conceal the bodies better of course, hence the incinerator, but this was enough for today. There was no rush.
He had all summer.
Thanks for reading!
This story was written for the FFfAW Challenge – Week of July 26, 2016
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with the Story Teller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!