“He woulda loved this.”

“Ralphie?”

“Yeah. Y’know, sneakin’ around at night… Diggin’ a hole in the dark… Then back into town before the bars close.”

“Heh.”

“Ralphie loved this kinda stuff.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, it’s deep enough now. You grab his ankles; I’ll take his shoulders. Careful.”

“Rest in peace, Ralphie.”

Daniel Mkiwa is a writer. He lives in the Los Angeles area. Check out his writing blog at http://www.mkiwa.com.