Heavy Lifting by Marion Lougheed

Damien huffed as he worked his shovel. The night was cold against his flushed cheeks.

He laid a diamond necklace on his growing pile of goods. Though dusty from the grave, the diamonds glittered like teeth.

One grave left to pillage. Nothing valuable here, only a broken pipe beside a grinning skull. A rat poked its snout through an eye socket.

"Hey," the groundskeeper shouted. "Grave robbing's illegal!"

"Not on purge night."

"Ah, that's right." A shot rang out and blood bloomed across Damien's chest. As he fell, a hand scooped up his collection. "Thanks for doing the heavy lifting."