Story inspired by Madison’s prompt photo:
He backed the pickup toward the trees. Preparations had been made, but still his nerves were shot. He’d dug the hole, twenty yards in, to the perfect depth, as instructed. The body in the bed of the truck was cold, stiff, and partially decomposed. He dragged her into the forest, the moon lit the way. With a sigh, he pushed her in. He pulled the hex bag from his pocket and dropped it in with the girl. Shovel in hand, he went to work. Assuming the man who sold him the bag was legit, he’d have his daughter back by morning.