The Weblog of Peter H. Cropes

Chapter 4
Dimitri was flying down the country lane. Corn plants were on
either side of him. They were blurred, he went so fast.

Suddenly, he ran over a body.

Thump-thump.

Dimitri knew better than to go back and see what was going on. Often
times such a situation is a trap where a body is thrown into the road and you
run over it, then when you go back a third person kills you.

He threw up a big rooster tail of dust and went tearing down the
lane. Soon he had arrived at his cousin's house and they ate corn bread and
spicy stew.

"How was your concert," said his cousin.

"It was good," said Dimitri. "Thank you for the food."

Meanwhile, on the country lane, an unseen hand pulled the body slowly back into the corn plants.