3. The Fine Dining ExperienceWiping the sweat from his brow, Sabienn stabbed the shovel that he had found in the rear of the limousine into the loose dirt. He had taken it upon himself to dig a suitable ditch to lay the lifeless Binn out and then toss the dirt back on top. With great care Bray built a monument of small stones and rocks to mark the head of the grave while Deep kept quiet vigil holding his rifle. The occasional vehicle would come and go from each direction of the road but luckily none slowed down to assist.
With great flourish, Stork arrived at the grave after penning some words within the car on some note paper that he had found. “Are we ready?” he said, then read his words. “Here lies Binn. A man so notable that he was known by one word. He clearly didn’t want to be here.
