Before I turn back to the road, before I free myself of this promise I made four long days ago, I am flushed with a blinding heat, so hot I fear my knees will give way. My vision is disrupted. The yard and all the air around is filled with black dots that blink wherever I turn my eyes. But they ain’t dots, they’re bugs. Black bugs, swarming and clouding all I see. They come in a frenzy, sounds and all, and leave just as quick when I shake my head to get them loose of me and come back to my senses. What was beautiful and simple only a moment before, this reunion of family, is tainted by what I
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