May Prompt: Family Graves in the Distance
At least we know our fate
Group was canceled. Mayford, bastard, found us mingling on the fourth floor. McKasey was gazing past the lawn, the lake, the trees --
“That fence,” he said. Twilight put a glow on a distant oak and shot a glint off the iron.
Mayford looked over his shoulder. “Exuberance the First, Second, and Third are all in there. So’s their wives and kin.” He was human, for a moment. “At least one girlfriend is in there too.”
“The roots to that oak is going through all of them.”
“That tree hasn’t grown in years,” the prick said. “Just stands guard.”
“You’ll be there one day?” McKasey asked, devoid of emotion.
Mayford let a breath past his ginger pushbroom mustache. “I’m supposing so.”
“We’re going to be buried with you?” I taunted, just because.
“Oh hell no,” he scoffed. “I have your cadavers sold to the university the day you all get sentenced.”
