You didn't specify that it was your own death however. So the plants all around your home die. Dead insects litter the sidewalk, bird feathers fall from the rooftop, and an eerie silence settles in. There's a strong nasty odor coming from behind the wall that you feel certain is a decaying rat or rats. People passing by stare uncomprehending at the devastation and hurry away with their cell phones pressed to their ears. People who know you ask constantly if you are alright and don't accept your assurances that you are indeed alright. Several times you or your friends spot a white truck sitting in the street, the city's logo painted on its door, the driver sitting and talking into the telephone while looking at your place or writing on a clipboard, but he/she never gets out and talks to you. Your neighbor cries as he buries the feral cats and raccoon he had been feeding. You can't help but feel something equally unpleasant is about to happen.
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.13 seconds at 8:44pm on Dec 22, 2024 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
