The Arm

Walking home, came up to the last intersection before my house and there were the blue police lights everywhere. They had cordoned off part off the street. Had to cross over to the other side to get to my house, and I looked across to see what was going on. Lying on the road with a black plastic cover draped over it was a shape - it remained a shape, until I noticed the arm poking out. Rough. Someone isn't going home tonight. Someone won't get a chance to be happy, ever, ever again. I think that's the first dead body I've ever seen. Unless I've been to funerals and seen open caskets, but don't think so.