''To Bury or Not to Bury''

Red, pink, yellow, the whole bloody rainbow blossomed over his grave.

Wonderful.

Paranoia. That's what kept itching at the back of my skull insistently for the past few days. 'Just go check' it would say. So I did and now anyone and myself stumbling across this plot of land have been met with a huge welcome sign that says 'STOP LOOKIE HERE'. Flowers take time to grow which makes this situation even weirder but I suspect fate is wagging its big fat finger at me. Why a beautiful rainbow, you could have picked dark decaying flowers I think looking angrily up at the sky. Or should I be looking down. That's where I'm probably headed soon.

I have only myself to blame really, it all happened so quickly. Well quickly for him which is the least of what he deserved and unplanned by me which was not the norm. Cora had come home from a night out with her boyfriend Clay. I know, how cliche, both their names started with the letter C and yes that is exactly how he roped her into the relationship. I hated him. No that was an understatement, I loathed Clay. My baby sister deserved the universe not some bum who kept taking their girlfriend out on date nights and used the 'Crap I've forgotten my wallet at home' excuse on more than one occasion. And yes my sister may be a little stupid if her choice of men has not made it obvious yet.

Any innocent bystander would have assumed this was another 'normal' date night had it not been for the black bruise starting to bloom around her eye. 'What happened' I say my tone clipped trying to keep under control. 'I found out he was cheating on me, tried to break it off and he punched me' she says feebly pointing at her bruise. That son of a (this part of the sentence has been redacted to save you a trip to your local religious centre and washing your eyes out with holy water).

This calls for revenge! Haha! Well if you're going to murder someone you need a viable reason. I couldn't exactly just walk up to the man and stab him because he was a skinny jean wearer, like seriously who still wears skinny jeans. But believe me when I say I have fantasised about it for a long long, long time. Oh the endless possibilities! What shall it be? Death by knife, death by poison, death by drowning. 'Why are you smiling?' Cora says as fresh tears begin to spill down her cheeks. 'Never mind that my dear' I say grabbing my coat and keys, 'We have a job to do'.

'You've killed him!' Cora shrieks. 'Well done for stating the obvious sweetheart. Now shush big sister is thinking'. It was death by knife if you were wondering, not the most fun or original way to kill someone but the most readily available option. Right, next course of action how to get rid of the body. Dump it in a river? No the body will wash up somewhere soon enough. Burn the body, no not that either too much work plus the smoke coupled with the smell of burnt flesh might be a bit hard to explain to the neighbours. Cora is pacing in the background she looks like she's about the pass out by the way her body sways this way and that and also because for the past five minutes she's been whispering, 'I'm about to pass out oh my god I'm going to pass out'.

I sit her down on Clays old and ugly teal couch (yes that may have been another reason why I wanted him dead, he was just an unlikable guy okay you would have done the same if you ever met him) more for myself than for Cora I couldn't think with her frantic whispering. The best two options I had at the moment was either burying Clay or chopping him into small pieces and distributing him all over the Pacific ocean. To bury or not to bury, to chop or not to chop, to give in and buy the latest edition of Just Dance, I have a fur coat that would do nicely whilst dancing to Thrift Shop. 'I'm dreaming, I'm in a coma, my sister has just murdered my boyfriend and she's humming along to Thrift Shop' Cora says incredulously.

So what was how my Saturday evening went, as you can see I chose the former given that Cora failed to mention Clay's parents were coming to visit the following evening. My Saturday also involved editing a voice note of Clay telling his parents that he has taken an impromptu trip to Peru. The things AI can do. Apparently one of Clay's bucket list dreams was to see Machu Picchu, well at least he died with a good taste of holiday destinations.

Now to the matter at hand you will be of course wondering how someone could connect a bush of flowers to an unmarked grave.

Well that said unmarked grave has been dug up...