It was hard, exhausting work and he had to stop every ten minutes or so to catch his breath. He was red-faced and dripping with sweat. His arms ached more than he would have thought possible.
At last, it was done and he looked down at the gaping hole in the moonlight.
The girl’s splayed body lay at the edge of the hole; the bloodstains on her white dress looked black in the moonlight.
‘I’m really sorry about this’ Ian said as he rolled her into the grave.