The sight lasted but a second -- flashing by as quickly as it had appeared -- but the image remained clear in my mind. The head of a man in his twenties or thirties with long, light brown hair tied back in a ponytail, eyes wide open, mouth agape, neck perched on a stake.
My reaction? Bemusement more than anything. Though the sight certainly had the potential to be disturbing, I can't say I was perturbed. Nor was I horrified. The second the impaled head vanished from view, I immediately chalked it up to some sort of macabre practical joke. I hoped to catch a glimpse of it in the afternoon on the way home, but it was it too dark to make anything out.
A macabre practical joke. That's what I'm sticking to. However, if the severed head on a stake does turn out to be real, well, then I'll grant myself the luxury of feeling horrified and perturbed.