Ah-um-dah-dum
Today was extraordinarily eerie. It started with me finding a dead crow while crossing the street. It is not strange for us to find dead birds here, as there's an abandoned nest next to the high tension lines. Birds fall in its trap fairly frequently, but they usually are smaller ones. Still, not so unusual.
Then I turned the corner, and there was a dead cat. A car had ran it over, apparently, although it seemed to be fairly intact. And I say apparently, because after the first glance I didn't approach close enough to take a better look. I must pause here to say I walk to work every day. It is five blocks away, so it makes no sense to drive.
So, right in the last corner before I reach my office, what do I find? Well, why do you ask, a dead chicken. It was obviously a not yet hatchet chick, and it almost looked rubbery, its eyes dark brown globes. It was covered in ants, and sickly yellow, and
and
It suddenly struck me how much oddness I had faced in less than ten minutes. And the worst is that it didn't end there. At midday I returned to my home in order to give my nephew his medicine's doses (he's fine, it thankfully is not the flu, yet he's still feeling ill), and the first thing I see, after following a different path than the one I used in the morning, is a dead dove.
As I already mentioned, I am used to seeing dead birds. Because of the extremely hot weather, they get dry rather quick and kind of mummify. This once was no exception, yet ... yeah, creepy. Which only got weirder when I got to my place's gate, and there was a dead mouse.
I don't know what to think, right now. Thankfully eight hours have gone since then and nothing else have happened, at least not on this amount of weirdness. I hope the day ends without another mark in my toll.
[as part of BLITEOTW 2009, this post includes both truth and fiction]
Then I turned the corner, and there was a dead cat. A car had ran it over, apparently, although it seemed to be fairly intact. And I say apparently, because after the first glance I didn't approach close enough to take a better look. I must pause here to say I walk to work every day. It is five blocks away, so it makes no sense to drive.
So, right in the last corner before I reach my office, what do I find? Well, why do you ask, a dead chicken. It was obviously a not yet hatchet chick, and it almost looked rubbery, its eyes dark brown globes. It was covered in ants, and sickly yellow, and
and
It suddenly struck me how much oddness I had faced in less than ten minutes. And the worst is that it didn't end there. At midday I returned to my home in order to give my nephew his medicine's doses (he's fine, it thankfully is not the flu, yet he's still feeling ill), and the first thing I see, after following a different path than the one I used in the morning, is a dead dove.
As I already mentioned, I am used to seeing dead birds. Because of the extremely hot weather, they get dry rather quick and kind of mummify. This once was no exception, yet ... yeah, creepy. Which only got weirder when I got to my place's gate, and there was a dead mouse.
I don't know what to think, right now. Thankfully eight hours have gone since then and nothing else have happened, at least not on this amount of weirdness. I hope the day ends without another mark in my toll.
[as part of BLITEOTW 2009, this post includes both truth and fiction]