Orange hues began rising over trees. Birds began singing their songs, or arguing over whatever birds had going on- nobody can be certain what they’re saying. The remnants of a barbecue could still be detected in the air. Grass was being cut. Feet were hitting the concrete roads. Tires crunched over gravel. In the distance, the number six train was arriving and departing. Lives were carrying on.
Through the silence, metal piercing dirt could be heard along with soft grunts of a man hard at work.
After all, hiding a body is not a task one can accomplish so easily.