this morning #1644.
this morning, based on the info that their interrogation had yielded last night, a team of police made their way into the woods behind the school. stopped at a plot of disturbed dirt, a spot where, about a week ago, five freshmen had buried objects from their pasts. after only a few minutes, they unearthed five bags. placed them on a tarp. gently emptied out the contents. a football jersey. a pair of swim trunks. a sweatshirt. a stack of playgirls. they were all so minor next to the item they’d come looking for: a handgun that once belonged to a dead man. across town, as soon as the sun had come up, another team searched the valley for his remains. by the end of the day, they’d be able to give him a name. FIN.