I only wanted to do the right thing and now I wonder whether I’ll be able to do anything every again. It was a cold rainy drive on a narrow dark road that lead to my despair. For I did my best to avoid the squirrel that suddenly ran across the street but it was too little too late. I was in despair and as an animal rights activist I couldn’t leave her body on the road. I found a small area and started digging a hole to properly bury her body but as I dug a disoriented feeling swept over me as if I was in a bout of vertigo. Before I knew the hole I was digging lead to sink hole that sucked me down it’s path as well. Could I get out or would I be buried with the one I killed? Hidden, alone cold and scared would be the last path I took.
FOOTNOTE- This post is based on a script concept that I previously wrote.