It's the middle of November and I'm trudging through three feet of snow because, much to my dismay, bodies don’t just bury themselves. I step with one foot at a time as white speckles fall from the sky and on to my lashes, maybe it wouldn’t be so damn difficult to see if these snowflakes weren’t so large and fast. I just need to get there. Soon this will all be over and get this weight off my shoulders.

I’m straining my eyes in the distance to where a tall figure awaits. That’s my destination, a new surge of energy runs through my thighs knowing I’m almost done my job. “We are almost there bud” I say to the lifeless figure on my wide shoulders. Soon not after long I get to the man I’ve promised to do this work for.

“Did you get the job all done?” He sais with a smoky breath. I knod as I plop the weight off my shoulders onto the soft ground exposing the identity this man wanted gone. “Great work kiddo, now go grab the shovel and get to work.” He sais with a low old voice.

“But sir, you said all I had to do was kill him and show you proof?” I shouldn’t even been surprised he said that because this old man does nothing on his own, I was expecting I’d do the job anyway. Aged eyes look down on me with a tinge of annoyance “then expect your little sister not to have her meal today”

Seriosuly? Could not give me the pay just because I wouldn’t bury this body? He doesn’t know how much effort it is to do such things. But I need the cash today asap. “Fine, I’ll get right at it sir” nobody argues with this man, if you do, good luck. He knods with approval and watches me get the shovel and proceed to do my next difficult job.