100 Word Challenge

Prompt:
....But where would we hide it all?....

The weight of the guilt is heavier than the body. It eats away at the edge of my conscience. An ever-present burden; a festering disease. It's creeping closer. Always. I try to push it away, to forget. It never works.It’s the only thing I can think about as I trudge along. It’s the only thing that keeps coming back.

I strain under my share of the weight, begging for us to be at the dumpster. I feel the sweat forming on my forehead, but then, the dumpster looms above us. The stench snaking through the air, reaching for the body. I look over my shoulder...