Grave Expectations
by Robert Ruin
Barry had always liked digging. Digging furiously to Australia as a child, alone with a bright yellow plastic spade. Or now, as an adult, in a graveyard at midnight using a shovel. His secret desire was for Dawn Brooks. She did not know him although he watched her whenever he could. In the paper to his surprise he read that her identical twin sister Carol had died in a car crash. He had gone to the funeral and watched Dawn grieving, saving and savoring so many images. Now here he was, digging in the graveyard at midnight.
