Black Fever by Alexandra B.

I am one of those people who like to do everything at night. And there is my first problem because my neighbors are some of those people who like to sleep at night. In order not to disturb my neighbors, I went to the cemetery. I like my work and this is my second problem because I am a Black Digger.

But it is nothing compared to my third problem because at that moment she was standing opposite me. She, as usual, was dressed in all the best: green jacket with holes and blurred logo, faded jeans and old worn out sneakers.

The weather was terrible and I could not let a girl just stand and freeze, so I gave her one of the shovels. She began to dig the grave together with me. That is what I call love. But when she asked me about my feelings I did not know what to say. I did not want to lie, so I told her: “I will love you to the moon and back,” because I know that after my work I will go to the bar with neon signboard “The Moon”. There is my fourth problem.

I stood in the middle of the cemetery and told her that she was the most beautiful of all the people there. Then I took out the bottle of gin from my inside pocket. She asked me what I was doing. I said that I was removing the radiation from me body. When she questioned where I found radiation, I replied that if she did not see it, it did not mean it wasn’t there.

I took a cigarette and, like a real gentleman, gave her another one. Actually, I had been trying to give up smoking, so it was my third last cigarette today. I asked her not to throw the cigarette butt there, arguing that I am against vandalism. She interrogated me anew what did I feel. I told that I would love her to the grave.

(*Black diggers is a group of people who rob WWII graves to sell military artifacts)

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