We have a beach house on the SC coast and occassionally drive down for a weekend. It's just me, Mrs. K and lil K and they fall asleep before I get out of the driveway. The route I take is fairly rural, but a pretty ride, with lots of countryside, farms and indigeny (is that a word?). It was early December, I think, but pretty warm, even for SC. And it was dark, well past sunset. We were in the Cherokee on a 4 lane section of 501. There were no headlights in either direction and I rolled along just under 70. The shoulder of the road sloped off and was covered in tall grass. I wasn't really thinking about anything at all when I saw it. I went by so fast that I couldn't really be sure, but I was sure, you know. There was no denying it. And no explaining it. There are no houses or stores or buildings or anything around that could have produced it. No street lights or broken down cars or anything. Just there, on the side of the road, in nowhere SC, face-up (I think).
No announcement yet.
That's when I saw... the body...