Missing – 100 Words
“I don’t understand, it was right around here.” Ansell scratched his jaw and scanned the field for the tree – their tree. Clouds of curling vapour issued from his mouth with each wheezing breath to unravel and disperse in the crisp morning air.
His mind wandered back to warm summer days under that tree drinking in her fragrance, their bodies entwined.
The two men behind him glanced at one another. “You’ve got five minutes Ansell, then we’re heading back.”
“Wait!” said Ansell, “over there.”
He pointed towards a withered stump half-hidden in the long grass.
“That’s where I buried her.”