I remember standing there, covered head to toe in blood and entrails. I begin to forget whether they are mine or her's. Hearing a light whimper as she tries to crawl away, her brains spilling on the pavement. To be honest, I'm surprised she is still conscious.
A loud horn sounds as a truck comes barreling down the road.
Slowly, turning my head, with plenty of time to react, I could easily move out of the way. But...I don't, I simply look at the driver.
I don't feel any fear or relief. Yet, the crackling noise as the corners of my mouth lift upward... Am I smiling?
I mean, I was about to die?
Perhaps this is retribution for all the wrongs I have don-