“You drag me to these markets every, bloody, weekend! Nothing ever changes!” moans David, lagging behind his wife.
Linda turns to face her ‘dragging his heels’ husband and yells “Calm down! It is the one thing I ask you to do with me. How does it hurt you? Really!”
Then with wide staring eyes and gaping mouth, Linda watches her husband disappear into the sudden sinkhole, enveloped in a sand coffin. Before managing even to scream, the hole closes over David.
“Right! That’s different.” Linda chuckles and shaking her head, wanders off to listen to the band.