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Attorney Griggs could talk the paint off a fence. Kids would say he was poppin’ off. The medical diagnosis would be logorrhea. Good thing he was paid by the hour not the word. The judge had forgotten the merits of the case and dismissed the charges against Griggs’s client just to make the avalanche stop.

As Griggs walked out in victory, the bailiff noted on the mouthpiece’s stylish lapel a glistening gold pin of a long-handled garden spade.

“Funny, you don’t look like no farmer.”

Griggs was happy to explain. “You can’t shovel that much manure with your bare hands.”

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Simone D. Casadei Bernardi's avatar

Prompt: Shovel

ICY VENGEANCE

The snow fell hard. It covered the body fast.

Jake watched from his car, gripping the wheel tight. The man owed him money. Too much money.

Jake hated winter. It made bodies harder to hide. But business was business.

He wiped his brow, though the car was cold.

His phone buzzed. Another job. No rest for him.

He threw the shovel in the trunk.

As he drove off, the wind howled.

The season was changing. In his world, it was always cold. Always dangerous.

Jake lit a cigarette. He had work to do.

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