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Amy Soscia

    Construction noise from her new neighbor’s yard woke Phyllis again.
    “What’s going on over there?”
    Phyllis knotted her robe, then slipped out into the moonlight. She wriggled through overgrown hedges and walked toward the trees whose canopies had obscured her view. A crew of men worked like drones in a hive. Yet it was the two limestone sarcophagi, jutting out of the earth, that caught her attention.
     “May I help you?”
    Phyllis jumped.
    “The machines, I couldn’t sleep,” she stammered, pulling the edges of her robe together, noticing how impeccably dressed Luigi Bandino was, despite the early hour.
    “I apologize for the noise. My workers have limited daytime availability.”
    “What are you planning to do with those?” Phyllis pointed.
    “A Halloween decorating contest for the neighborhood kids.”
    “With a last name like yours, I imagined you’d put the dead bodies in them. You know, the ones that get whacked,” Phyllis giggled nervously.
    “You watch too much television. That’s the last place anyone would hide dead bodies. Too obvious,” he laughed.
    “Silly me.” Phyllis turned, missing Bandino’s nod to the worker.
    “Such an imagination,” Bandino said, stepping away before the shovel slammed against Phyllis’ skull.



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