Microstory Monday

Exhumations and Folk Songs
"By the goat!" I hear Simon gasp from inside the grave.
"What is it?" I say, stowing the shovels under the tarp and casting a nervous glance around.
"The worms...there's worms..." He says, sticking his head so deep inside the coffin that I think he's about to give the corpse a kiss.
"There was bound to be worms, buddy. What's the big deal?" I say, slipping down into the hole myself.
"Look at 'em, Paul." he says, pointing at the nose of the stiff in the box. "Just look at 'em."
Squinting into the gloom, I take a look.
"Well I'll be a corn-cracker," I say. "They're playin' pinochle."