Flash Fiction - "Sweetheart, what did you bury in the garden?"

Prompt: Sweetheart, what did you bury in the garden?

We worked side by side, planting spring annuals in our flowerbeds. As I thrust my spade into the soil, I heard it – muffled and strangled.

“Don’t worry…”

My hand froze and I glanced at Nick. He continued to pat down the soil around the marigolds, engrossed in the task.

I carefully deepened the hole, holding my breath. It couldn’t be. I buried that thing months ago.

“…be happy…”

I gasped. 

Nick’s full attention was on me this time.

“Sweetheart,” he said, uncertainly. “Doesn’t that sound like my singing fish? The one you said was lost in the move?”

Crap.

Busted.

*Flash Fiction is fiction under a thousand words. I participate in a weekly prompt that's limited to a mere one hundred words. That's crazy short. You can check out the other participants' stories via their links on the WonHundred Word Wednesdays Facebook page here.*