| He drove her to a ravine, knocked her out, and tossed he off the cliff. She fell far to the bottom breaking her body against the jutting edges she bounced down. There was a light in the lower level of the ravine that was shrouded by brush. The blasphemous-slob pulled out of his second third crime of the evening with tears in his eyes, turning his truck back across the dessert toward the road still some miles away. The light approached ‘the Siren’s’ dying body. |
