The heart muscle twitched in a way that reminded one of the vibrations a beetle makes while laying on its back. And for a heart, that is not a good sign.

Nor was that gaping wound that was present for any person with sight to witness. And what a strange wound it was, the entire left hand was gone while the entire right foot was gone...

But while one would stand in wonder and wonder why such a sight existed, that still would matter very little to the victim laying on the ground. A victim with a twitching heart, twitching muscles, and the smell of burnt meat.

Of course there was no witness of the event because the scene was deep in a forest, next to a large patch of newly emerging plants that were in of themselves, secretive.

This patch of newly planted marijuana plants had been given a head start by the power of that large generator. And that generator had a bad wire that took the opportunity to grasp the heart of the person now laying on the ground, twitching.

There was no sound from anything. The man was dead, the generator was dead and of course, plants do not make converation.

But in death, there is life and the new plants just danced in the breeze.

Peace