Dirt

Dirt pattered like a terrestrial rain as it landed. A rich, earthy aroma wafted upward with each scoop. Freshly turned, it was soft, moist, dark. The firm layer protecting the loose soil below had been breached by the pointed spade. The earth was opened, spilling out her heart; it was a wound, a puncture in her skin. Though now what had previously been removed was returned, there was no longer enough space. For within the wound a foreign object resided. An infection beneath the still fresh laceration. He tamped down the loose soil. He hoped the body would remain hidden. Forever.