The Shed

The shed sits there, filled to the brim with garden stuff. Dirty, rusted, bent, metal tools designed specifically to rip nature apart. The windows are black with decades of oily dirt and blocked by heavy handmade shelves leaning dangerously to the left. Containers of pesticides, dried out paint and gasoline decay in perfect harmony.

The groundskeeper has not been around in ages, only the insects and rodents have access now. One day the shed will split wide-open when the weight of the shelves eventually come crashing down and only then will the truth be discovered. Mr. Greene stored much more than his tools in the metal box behind the chainsaws and shovels.

Mrs. Greene's first husband will no longer be missing.