“I wish I could go with you”

May Moonrose opened her eyes, this thought, strange and abstract, the kind of thought we have when we are in that halfway place between asleep and awake, left her mind as soon as it had come. She was crying, but she wasn’t sure why, from her dream?

The clouds were thin and wispy, like torn Kleenex against a gray backdrop. The sun rarely came out here in Monsoon Point, as if even the sky above this awful place was cursed by simple proximity. May sat up, her back a little stiff from laying against the concrete of her apartment rooftop. She liked to come out here and just stare up at the sky now and then, pretending she was among those wispy clouds, and leaving this place, far far away from Monsoon Point and its history of awfulness.

“A young female antelope was found early in the morning around 4:30 AM by a police officer from Ridgewood, she missing both her legs and one hand and simply discarded in a dumpster behind the post office. Investigations are still underway as to the culprit behind this heartless killing”

She hated this place, everything it represented and had become, the story of the murder didn’t bother her as much as the details of how crudely and heartlessly her friend was left in a dumpster, thrown away like old food. That’s exactly how her killer saw her. Not someone with a family and a job, just trying to make ends meet in this miserable town, trying to maybe one day be able to achieve a higher income bracket to move farther inland to Ridgeview where it was much safer

May stood up and looked over the ledge of her apartment rooftop. It was a blanket, a blanket of awfulness that almost seemed alive. She could always feel it, like a sixth sense whenever something awful like this happened. She offered up a prayer, she wasn’t really much of the believing type, but, she supposed indulging in far flung fantasy couldn’t hurt