Taken Care Of

With no tools except his hands, Yomiel hadn't been able to dig a very deep hole. But it would do. It would have to do.

It was the last thing he could do.

Gently he placed the cat's body in the hole. The shell of his former friend.

Sissel.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as he filled in the small hole, patting the dirt down into a little mound.

The grave would be unmarked. Nobody would ever know how important this one life had been to him.

He turned to the grave marker of the person who'd born the same name. "Please look after him for me. I'm… clearly no longer capable of doing so."

He stood up and walked out of the cemetery, not once looking back.

He didn't need to. The sight had forever been burned into his memory.


"What took him so long?" Lynne griped down at the docks where they'd been waiting. "Just because you're bad doesn't mean you can't be punctual!"

Jowd grinned. "Maybe he had some last minute business to take care of."

"Almost makes me feel sorry for whoever that business must have involved…" Lynne grumbled under her breath.