After so many months of careful planning, this would see it all come to fruition.
The man driving had been behind the wheel for several hours, while the woman next to him could hardly contain her excitement. She had been talking non-stop about what a relief it would be to finally rid herself of the other man in her life, all the time waving the precious airline tickets, their passports to freedom. Occasionally, she would stop and hug them to her chest.
Eventually, they pulled off the track at a secluded spot. The location they had both agreed would be ideal. She stared out at the wooded area.
“I really couldn’t have done any of this without you,” she said, cuddling up next to him. “I knew this would be the perfect place. There’s no chance of any busybody walking a dog, way out here, making a discovery.” She kissed him on the cheek, then took the gun from the glovebox.
He hugged her tighter. “Are you sure you want to do this? I can take care of it, if you want,” he offered.”
She shook her head, smiling. “No, my love; this part I’m going to enjoy, believe me.” With that she gets out of the car and goes to the boot.
The man in the boot, both gagged and handcuffed, squirms around grunting with the sudden light almost blinding him.
“Out!” she shouts, and pulls at him as he struggles to get out. He falls to the ground and slowly makes it to his feet.
She takes out the shovel and begins pushing him towards the trees, with the gun held to the back of his head. When they reach the place selected for it, the digging begins.
The man in the car, waits.
After a lengthy period a gunshot rings out through the woods, sending birds fluttering.
The man in the car hears the gunshot and smiles.
Then the silence returns for a while before he sees her returning, with the shovel over her shoulder, wearing a broad grin.
Nearly at the car, she points back, smiling, saying something. He winds his window down.
The man standing by the open grave hears the gunshot and smiles.