The old lane was little used and nature grew wild. Trees blocked out most of the light expect in winter, when weak patches highlighted the ground.
For me, it was the perfect hiding spot. I pulled over the car but kept the engine running and got out. I gripped a shovel then the metal box which was super heavy. I dug the hole quickly, lowered the box in and covered it over.
There, my past was gone, never to trouble me again.
I got in the car and drove off, heading towards a better future.
(Inspired by; https://crimsonprose.wordpress.com/2019/01/16/crimsons-creative-challenge-10/ with thanks).