Dead Not Again
This drabble is a contniuation of B.K. Willis's piece, On The Nature Of Obsession
Adric peered over the edge of the precipice and watched as she fell to the canyon floor below. A small cloud of dust marked the spot where she landed, followed by a vociferous groan of agony as the anvils which had followed her down likewise impacted. Probably on her head, but it was too far away to tell for sure.
Then the falling and lit dynamite exploded.
He watched until the dust settled, just to make certain she was alright.
"Meep, meep." Adric said to himself, straight faced.
After all, it seemed the appropriate thing to say at that point.