graverobberyintheseasidetowns

the sky above the estate was a grey gradient fill stolen from an e-commerce website. the real life second life avatars were up early and off to work not even trying to teach each other that amazing new dance step. meanwhile  two unemployed actors familiar to viewers of yugoslavian tv in the 70ies laboured digging up bodies from the estate graveyard. having had their full compliment of innoculations as children and by virtue of being cheap they were eminently suitable for this work. later they would transport the body by shopping cart across the seaside towns turning them in to a theatrical impressario/ community artist with access to freeze drying machinery (who would shortly be opening a show called 'mummies of the east end'). the rain fell. it was important to work quickly, only once the archeology had been done could the wrecking begin.

- I knew him.

-You did not

- I say we get the head off rather than disturb the gas pipe

- won't it come?

-no

-give it a pull

there was some pulling some tugging a schlorpp sound

a pause

there was some half-hearted chopping with the spade. then it stopped. 

- he's been here a long time 

- hmmn

- aren't those adidas?

the bodies were to be treated with respect (the site manager was clear about this) - they were to be wrapped in polythene and the skip was to be lined with polythene also.

chop went the spade

- someone must have a spare head

chop

-hmnn

- quit using that phone and give me a hand

- a hand 

a pause