Spike

A man walks through the woods with his dog. Picking up a scent, the dog drags the man deeper and deeper into the forest. After being dragged along for a bit, they come across a pile of lumber. The dog begins sniffing at it and digging into the pile. The master, curious, joins in. He keeps digging and digging and finally, SHOCK! He happens upon a woman's hand, bloody, cold, lifeless. He panics and runs away. As he drives home, phone in hand, he contemplates calling the police. Why the hesitation? Why is it so hard? He parks in front of his house a bit, thinking and wondering. Finally he folds up his phone and heads inside.

Later in the day the man makes his way back to the woods. He follows his old trail until he once again finds the lumber. He begins clearing it all away, both excitement and fear rushing over him. He digs and digs, finally uncovering her body. He slowly folds the body into a large duffel bag and begins the hard journey back, dragging the heavy body along with him. As people lounge around the park around him, he makes his way back to his car, carrying the body in the bag over his shoulder. He puts it in the trunk and drives away. When he gets home, he takes it into the back yard and finally places it in his shed.

I know, I know. I know what you're all thinking. Time for some necrophilia! I agree with you!... But we would be wrong. The man sneaks out that night as his wife lies sleeping. In the shed, he props the body up and begins talking. He says that he remembers her, she had a dachshund and that he always wanted one. He continues on and on, teller her stories. Telling her about his grandpa. About movies he's seen. Jokes. Everything. His wife, his friends, they all tell him not to talk. They say everything he talks about is inappropriate. They constantly talk down to him and now he has someone who will finally listen. Someone to love on a deeper level.

The next night he slinks out again. As he spends his time in the shed, playing games and enjoying his new companion, his wife rustles from her slumber. He reaches out to where he should be laying, finding only the sheets. She gets up and works her way through the house, calling for him. She notices the shed light on and figures that's where he got off to. She returns to bed.

 The next day as her husband showers, the wife goes out to the shed. Opening the door and gasping, the body lying there, she quickly closes them. Then in a double take to make sure she saw what she thought she did, she checks again. Only this time, as we see her open the door, we also see her husband behind her with a claw hammer. He smashes it into her head and she crumples, bleeding to death on the floor. The end.

Its a short, sad little tale about a man who goes to great lengths just to find someone that will listen to him. Someone that doesn't care if he is a little crass. Someone that will just let him vent. And what will happen should someone try to take that from him. Its short, its sweet, and its alright. Not the best, but quick and gets the point across.