Mockingbird
“ A long, single-lane road. Halfway down, it turns to gravel.
Miriam stands at its mouth. Staring down its length she sees a long asphalt tongue pitted with holes and plastered with leaves, the trees bending over it like they're trying to smother it, rip it apart, erase it from the world. From here she can't see any homes – this never was a road with many people on it – but she'll see them soon enough, old farmhouses like hard white teeth, windows like eyes, all ready to swallow her up an...d spit her out.
The rain has upgraded itself – no longer a curtain of mist, it's leveled up into a deluge. Wouldn't be the first time she's looked like a soggy dog.
As she walks, she hears footsteps to one side or the other.
Leaves, usually. Falling. Scraping across the ground in the wind before finally being pinned to the road by rain.
Another time it's just a squirrel: a gray flash of fur across open ground and up a tree.MoreLess
Miriam stands at its mouth. Staring down its length she sees a long asphalt tongue pitted with holes and plastered with leaves, the trees bending over it like they're trying to smother it, rip it apart, erase it from the world. From here she can't see any homes – this never was a road with many people on it – but she'll see them soon enough, old farmhouses like hard white teeth, windows like eyes, all ready to swallow her up an...d spit her out.
The rain has upgraded itself – no longer a curtain of mist, it's leveled up into a deluge. Wouldn't be the first time she's looked like a soggy dog.
As she walks, she hears footsteps to one side or the other.
Leaves, usually. Falling. Scraping across the ground in the wind before finally being pinned to the road by rain.
Another time it's just a squirrel: a gray flash of fur across open ground and up a tree.MoreLess
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