-in the summer, the air is so thick with humidity that it refuses to enter your lungs. soon there’s no more air and you can feel a weight on your chest.
-a man in full camo is sitting at the table next to you. you’re at a mcdonald’s. there’s a layer of ice outside, what is he hunting?
-there’s flowers and a wooden cross along the side of the road, half hidden by trees. you turn and there’s another one. the flowers seem to follow your car, and you realize the plaque had your name engraved on it.
-on the side of the road vultures pick apart bone and sinew. You slow down and avert your eyes, whispering a silent prayer. they’re too big to be vultures and you don’t want to ever know what it is they’re eating.
-“it’s not the heat that gets you, it’s the humidity,” a stranger tells you. you smile and agree, that’s all anyone ever says here. Her eyes are glassy and blank.
-potholes fill the roads in the winter and sharp teeth glint from the depths, begging for warm meat.
-gnats fill the air, their bodies forming a wall you have to press your way through. they fill your hair and eyes and mouth. colors seem slightly wrong now, and your skin itches.
-there’s thirty deer in your yard one afternoon, the next day all that’s left is mud and worms
-“watch out, there’s a bear in the neighborhood,” your neighbor tells you. you hadn’t seen any bear. The next day they tell you again, “there’s a bear in the neighborhood.” their smile is nervous now, they see the unrecognition in your eyes. they know they don’t have long left.
-the night screams, insects and birds and a high voice begging for help. “the cicadas are bad this year,” your mom tells you.
-there is so much roadkill. you don’t look out of the car window anymore, the longer you watch the more the corpses seemed to pile up, crowding the road with stinking flesh and jagged bone. none of it resembles any animal you’ve ever seen.
-red vines carpet the forest floor, sharp thorns winding around your ankles and trying to drag you to the ground.
-you hear gunshots all day. “must be hunting season,” you friend tells you. hunting has never been allowed in this neighborhood. you also know better than to correct them.
-the heat index today is 104 and humidity is at 76%. Your gym teachers make you run the mile.
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