before :: after

stranger than fiction

i dream of objects from waking life. i dream about our brita filter. i dream about barbecues. other people's backyards.

i went for a walk today, down at the high school track. the football field was all tied over, barricaded with strings and flagged off. the custodial staff used to tell us that this was to keep geese off of it during the winter.

there were no geese down there this afternoon, only flocks of black crows.

dozens, probably hundreds. a blanket of black.

they moved from lawn to lawn progressing down the block. every sound startled them to rising, flapping away, resurfacing a few yards down.

all i could hear were a few motors passing each other from the main drag, and the endless caw-ing of crows, one after the other after the other after the other, until you can't tell if they're speaking or crying.