The following is not canon to the Misguided Affection universe. It's a horror story I wrote some time ago. Please enjoy!
TW for gore, animal death, and body horror
Vivian didn't make a habit of noting new roadkill on her route to work. But it was hard not to notice the large black vulture perched atop a rotting dear carcass on the gravel path. Maybe the path was gravel was because of the close proximity to the national park whose border pressed against the path, threatening to claim it. Vivian thought she had heard someone at work talking about semi permeable pavement and its positive effect on the environment.
She could accept the gravel, no matter how annoying, for the sake of the environment. But her modest environmentalism crumbled when faced with this putrid display of the cycle of life and death.
