I get a phone call from my sister's friend.
"Annie, come outside and help us."
"With what?"
"....we're not going to tell you, just come outside and walk down the road a little."
"....okay."
I went outside and heard them yelling my name. They're holding shovels. What the hell, I think. Are they digging something up? I get closer and the friend is balancing a dead raccoon on the shovel and my sister is holding a trash bag.
"What the fuck are you doing?!?!??"
I let out a stream of profanities and they giggle, oblivious to my disgust and confusion.
"I thought'd it be funny to put on my ex boyfriend's lawn." my sister says.
"Come help us, we don't want to touch it." says my sister's friend.
I look at the raccoon....thing. No tire marks running across it, that rules out one cause of death. It's face had a terrible expression on it and blood was dripping out of its mouth onto the lily white sidewalk, tainting it. It was probably freshly dead too, it didn't have any flies buzzing around it. I noticed its hands, open, clenching something that wasn't there. My sister's friend moves the shovel closer towards me as if she is going to poke me with it. I yelp. I touched a corpse once but it was embalmed, clean, dry, human. It felt like plastic, fake, like it had been cleaned up and glossed over for me. The ugliness of it was hidden for the sake of my well being. Roadkill isn't like that, especially when its so close to you. This is real. This is mortality. This is disgusting. All of my feelings turn to anger.
"I want no I%^()#U%#(_&U(_@#&%_(#^%_@#^ part of this you crazy )^*$@)^*@^)*ing )^*$)^*@)+^*$)+@*%^)@#+^*+)$*^)$*^+@#)@%)!*@%!+!" I say and leave them on the side of the road to laugh hysterically with the....thing.
Last edited by Queen Boo; 06-03-2011 at 11:58 AM.
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