Twenty
Disappearing ActBright sunshine highlighted the green trees, and the grass seemed to grow before me as the blades soaked in the light and warmth. The black glass of the solar panels gleamed under the sun's brilliance.
A fly landed on the window. Tiny legs washed over bulging compound eyes. Translucent wings fluttered, and the insect flew away.
Cecil's dead clouded grey eyes flashed in front of me. Flies walked over his face and nestled in his hair. The echoed buzzing of more flies trapped in a bucket of waste played inside my head. I shut my eyes and covered my ears until the memory faded.
My hand flattened against the window. I wanted out.
* * *
“Have you noticed,” Caleb said as he moved a can of corn to grab a tin of peas instead, “there seems to be fewer cans of food in he
