Its Time For School
His ex-wife Toni was there, as was Niles. Edith too. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he heard the voices of those awful boys, the teenagers from yesterday. Yesterday seemed so far away, so cloudy. Why the five teens, his neighbors and ex-wife were standing in the abandoned lot next door, he did not remember. In the distance he saw the water tower, only it was covered in moss, but the moss was wrong. From where he stood, the silhouette of the water tower behind We-Store was glistening red. Like wet meat, fat marbled steak covering the rusting metal support legs of the tower.
It wasn’t just the tower. The whole complex was covered in pockets of different shades of meat. The entirety of his home, one of the last three condominiums in this side of Midland, was covered in p
