Tuesday, September 07, 2004
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.
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.
