Burying the past

Burying the past

He was staring into my eyes.

“The past is the past, we don’t live there anymore.

It needs to be buried….let it go; we need to move on”

“Indeed” I replied…as I pulled the trigger.

Even with the suppresser, the noise of the shot sounded loud.

The shock on his face as the bullet hit him in the chest;

he thought he had reached me.

I stepped forwards as he fell back, and fired again.

This time a head shot, the coup-de-gras.

Now the past was in the past, now I could bury it.  

Now I could move on. I reached for the shovel.