The Hole

Ok, I don’t mean any harm. I don’t mean any disrespect to your deceased “loved ones”. But if you really loved them, why didn’t you wrap them in layers of Chanel, coat their feet in gold lead, sprinkle them with blue diamonds? That would be so very helpful, because I would steal all of it. But instead, you slobbering idiots chose to put your dead in scratchy, bright orange polyester pant suits with cheap plastic beads around their necks!

At least have some respect for them because I sure don’t.

The moonlight illuminated the gravestones, the whole yard looking like it was haunted by pearly white ghosts. The dewy grass slightly dented in as I stepped down. Brown, Kasha, Walsh, Adan, and the Kingsman families were all fairly wealthy. But I wanted to go all in tonight. The jackpot was Alfredia Hunts. She died only a few weeks ago. Perfect time when the body is still plump but grey, nonetheless. I scanned the area for her gravestone. Something big and extravagant, like a pearl crusted cross or a black granite dove. Alfredia had 3 mansions, her own company, and owned 20 acres in Sweden, known for its impeccable lingberry vineyard and natural spring water.

Absolutely rich beyond belief.

I made my way silently towards a little rosary garden in the far corner of the yard. A statue of Mother Mary was looking down at a single red rose planted at her feet. Behind her, in the grass, was a head stone, reading: “Alfredia Alexandria Hunts, father, entrepreneur, Billionaire”.

That’s actually what it said, which made me not feel bad about robbing her, at all. I closed my eyes to concentrate on my hearing. If anyone would try to stop me doing this, they’ll be sorry. I looked around carefully, just to be extra sure that no one was watching, but thankfully, the only people around here were pinned down by Mother Nature’s claw.

I plunged my shovel into the earth. Immediately, the screams of angels and sinners cried out, telling me to stop my callous behavior, saying that they can help me. They can not. No one can. I swatted the thought away, replacing them with thoughts of riches, things, and money, just like I have done all those times before. I returned to be subterfuge plan, shoveling carefully, making sure to preserve the grass so I could put it back on top, perfectly, when I am done.

“Does she have a wallet on her? What if she has no money, at all? Is she wearing a Rolex? I am going to be richer than this gal!” I thought.

I finally go t to the plastic clear body bag, lined with beads of condensation. I put my mask on and snapped on my black cotton gloves. I carefully unzipped the bag, dust and fumes wafted up to my face. The smell stung my eyes, I could taste it through the thick mask. The dust cleared. I found myself staring into the black abyss.

Where was she> I dove into the grave, frantically scratching around to find something, anything. Even a loose penny. Just then, a small, speckle of light shone through the blackness of the put. I ripped the plastic bag, the light getting larger. I shielded my eyes from the blinding light that illuminated my body. I pulled and yanked on the plastic; the hole increased. I saw a faint red speck. What was it? Was it Alfredia? My curiosity got the best of me, I didn’t even notice until it was too late.

My body was swallowed up by the hole. I plunged down, down, down. My stomach dropped as if I were on a roller coaster. I frantically grabbed the air around me, nothing else was there. Tossing, turning, and tumbling down the hole. Suddenly, I saw violent images of death, sickness, and hatred.

Everyone was murdering anyone. I dropped down quickly into another image. Homeless peoples were on the street, starving and dying. Rich and wealthy fools taunted them, sowing off their purchases to those who could not even afford an apple core. People were mad with money, obsessed out of control,

Making, taking, faking money.

I heard a little old woman in her rags say to her child, “No honey, there just isn’t enough money”. Then I heard a husband yell at his wife for giving away three dollars, as he buys three cars.

I landed roughly on a cold stone floor. The visions were gone, but blackness appeared then too. “You are too involved with money and greed, that you don’t think of anything else,” a quiet voice said.

“ I can change, I promise” I shrieked, tears burned down my cheeks.

“I know you- I know you will not. I have tried to help you before you dig up the graves”.

“No please” I gasped. I felt like I was drowning.

“Here, here is where you will forever lay,” the tiny voice boomed, as a sparkling beam of light dropped onto a lake of dripping fire.

Ablaze with sin and selfishness, and sticky from skin that I once wore.