Marshlanders

It’s never about faith. It’s always about the money.

The inert body was ballasted with four bowling balls; eye-pikes drilled in the sides; roped together, rolling stock and former person. A flat wind-skimmer boat conveyed body and brief associates into backwater swampage. It was consigned to the mud in a side channel; in a hole where the boat driver knew alligators generally frolicked.

“Gators, snappers, pick ‘em clean by Friday.”