A body was laying in the middle of the road. Smack dab in the middle, limbs sprawled out, clotted blood pooled on either side of a head holier than Jesus. A cloud of glittering flies hovered in circles around it. I couldn't make out much more from the other side of the truck's muddy glass.
The wheels of the car screeched wildly as I lurched to a jerky halt. A hazy cloud remained from the smoking tires, swept by a rancid wind. The body was too far-gone to salvage. The eyes were eaten through, most likely by the ravens, and a few strings of sinew remained hanging like overstretched taffy and draped over the drooping bottom eyelids. The smell was acrid. There was a blackish brown trail of dried blood, cooked by the sun, leading from the mouth and spilling out onto the almost adust pavement. All four limbs were marked by tires and held protruding bones. Intestines spilled out onto the road, ruptured by scavengers and shriveled by the heat.
The car door groaned open, and I poked my head out. The brim of the hat shaded my eyes from the sun, and I could see a trail of glistening pink intestines from the body leading right to where the car was parked. I set my boot down gingerly on the pavement, and felt a slight the crunch. The guts from the body crumbled to powdery dust underneath my foot. It sounded like a car driving over pebbles, or the bitter crunch of the last of winter's snow.
My hat fell to the ground in a gust of wind. I kneeled, scooped the hat up. Held its dingy and faded brim to my chest and gave the body its last rites, still kneeling.
It just wasn't right to leave someone sitting out like that.