A deep ditch of deceit

How to hide a body? That’s usually the question murderers ask themselves although I haven’t so much as harmed a single hair on someone’s head. No, I need to hide the body of my recently deceased grandmother. You may wonder why I can’t just bury her well it’s illegal, ever since ‘they’ came it was made mandatory to donate all the deceased to scientific research on understanding the human body. I’ve tried to hide other relatives although they are either found and taken away or found before I even had a chance to try and save them, ‘they’ and drag away their limp bodies into their metallic, ash black transporter. To you all it my seem like we are all selfish not wanting to donate our bodies to science but what they do to your body shouldn’t ever happen, whether your alive or dead. I pace up and down the cramped hallway, the floorboards creaking beneath me, where am I to hide a body? I know they will be here within the hour so I hurriedly grab the music crate in which my grandma was residing and ,struggling, drag the box through and out the back door towards the withered pine tree which stands in the corner of the fenced garden. Swiftly, I jog over to the heap of wood ,in which my family calls a shed, and search for the eroding, bronze shovel. On spotting it I swim through the debris and grab hold of it saving it from the collapsing mess above. As soon as I can, I begin to dig a large ditch just under the tree and ,once it is a reasonable size, throw a large pile of pile needles into the ditch in an attempt to mask the smell. Anxiously, I open the music crate to see my grandma-still- limply laying in the cramped face her usual happy demeanour reduced to a cold pale nothingness. I brace my self before handling the body and placing it in the ditch I had dug. I decided to remove the evidence so I jumped over the frail fence-bringing the shovel and crate with me- before walking over to the edge of the cliff where below the waves were viciously attacking the rocks. I threw both items off the edge and watched as they were engulfed in the storm below. As fast as my legs could carry me I ran back to the ditch I had dug and began scooping all the mud back into the hole and stomped it down with my feet. Why did I throw the shovel away before I had finished? My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the echo of the door knocker and the ring of my clock alerting me that it had reached 12 o’clock.My heart bounded as I twisted the door knob...

Hopefully I had done enough...