Dealing with a dead body
I didn't want to be out. Well, nobody wants to be out on a chilly December night, with a cold breeze, unless they're deranged or a bunch of show offs who like to show how depressed they are. I am neither. I had to be out. It was about 2am. I had gone out to take a piss in the yard. I didn't go to the bathroom because I didn't want to have to maneuver through rooms as I was bound to knock something over in the darkness and my half slumber as I had done on many occasions. So, yard it was. It was, like any usual night, dark. The village was asleep. It was quiet. There were no sounds, not human ones anyway. There was chirping of crickets and howls of far away wolves and occasional hooting of owls. It was a usual night in which I had to take a piss and go back to bed, except it wasn't. Today, I had to drag a body. I don't remember him sneaking up on me. I was busy. Sometimes, and you must have noticed it too, while peeing it gets weird. You get a tingling sensation