For the Better, I guess - A Short Story by Trinity Lobo
For the Better, I guess The car moved at the speed of light on the dark high slopes of the dark mountains. The moon hid in the clouds, and the darkness spread out wide. while the cars went zooming about, at one side of the road fallen in the mucky dirt , lay the body of a man in pain. This man, had his hands clutched tightly to his privates below his crotch . He lay there in the dark groaning in pain, while the cars passed by in the bosom of the night. The night went on , and he tried to get up, but his pain kept him down. Finally , a car passing by saw some blood marks on the stone which were fresh and sensed that something was wrong. The car stopped and the man was releived to see torches alshing on his face.... like a person lost in the desert had found water. This man was Richard Trout and this particular day started out like any other day for him. He