Mandy cleared away the dishes from the table and set about rinsing them off in the kitchen sink so she could load the dishwasher. As she worked, she hummed to herself and thought about what she might do for the rest of the day. Thinking she might try to do some work in the flower garden since the weather was forecasted to be nice, she glanced up from the bowl she was rinsing to view the yard from the little window above the sink.
Her brow furrowed as she spotted something odd at the far end of the yard, near the woodline. She couldn’t be certain since it was a good distance away, but it looked like a big pile of dirt. She couldn’t remember seeing it there before.
Thinking someone had snuck onto her property and done some digging, she stopped doing the dishes and went outside to check it out.
Reaching the spot she’d seen, she saw that it was, indeed, a hole that had been dug and covered up. And judging from the dirt, it appeared to have been done fairly recently. Curious as to what might be buried, she hurried back to her yard and got a shovel from the shed. Then she returned to the hole.
She thought the hole would be fairly deep and so expected to have to dig for a bit, but it only took her a few a scoops with the shovel before she found something. Not believing what she saw, she removed more of the dirt. Soon she had, she believed, uncovered the secret of the mystery hole. She dropped the shovel and covered her mouth in shock.
What was in the hole was not any sort of buried treasure. It was, in fact, a pile of bones. Bones that appeared to be fairly fresh.
Holding back a scream, she ran back to her house. She frantically searched the living room for her phone, in her panic momentarily forgetting where she’d put it.
A few minutes later, she found the phone where it had inadvertently slipped between a couple of couch cushions. She was just starting to dial 911 when she heard her teenage son call to her from the kitchen.
“Mom!” he called, “the neighbor’s dog is digging in the yard again!”
Wondering what he was talking about, she stopped dialing and went into the kitchen to look.
Her son was standing at the sink, watching out the window. He pointed and she looked out the window.
Standing at the hole she’d been digging at was the neighbor’s black Labrador. It was digging at the hole. In the dog’s mouth was a large bone. As she watched, it dropped the bone into the hole to join the other bones. Then the dog began kicking the loose dirt back over the hole. When it was covered, the dog strutted back off into the woods, its head and tail held up proudly.
Mandy heaved a large sigh of relief, set her phone down, and returned to doing her dishes.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “bone”: