THE LITTLE PEOPLE
Copyright 2012 Aonghus Fallon
Of course I had to go back and check, even though I knew it was a bad idea. I kept imagining Declan’s red windcheater slowly unfurling itself, allowing the wind to tug it loose from where I had put it. This, despite the fact that it was wedged at the very back of that narrow hole – the hole under that slab of granite on that desolate hillside, the hole that also had Declan’s body wedged into it. This despite the fact that I’d weighted it down with rocks and put it in first for good measure, with Declan’s body effectively blocking its exit. I’d gone to so much trouble because that windcheater was bright, bright red. If somebody ever spotted it, they’d find Declan’s body, no bother.