A Nasty Chore

by R.A. Porter

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Gordo planted the spade in the soft dirt and rested his foot on it. Lightly gripping the top of the handle, he slumped slightly. The dry ash of the old shovel had split at the grain from years in the sun; he rubbed it against his sore, calloused palms for relief.

Squinting against the hot late-day sun, Gordo looked back toward the house. He imagined screams echoing from its depths and smiled.

He shouldered the shovel and headed back.

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  1. A Nasty Chore

    THX 0477's Buddy Icon THX 0477

    Posted 4 months ago

    Nice little further characterization of Gordo as hard-working and, well, really friggin’ evil. Thanks for jumping in.

  2. A Nasty Chore

    R.A. Porter's Buddy Icon R.A. Porter

    Posted 4 months ago

    Not a problem. He’s got to do something with the victims eventually, I figure. :)

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