Descent83

Hot humid weather, a light wind blows, dark clouds gathering on the horizon, a summer storm. A small white house sits on an open field. A white screen door bangs gently with the breeze against the door frame. Inside white walls, dark carpet floor, a long table in the middle of the main floor, a glass coffin enclosure encases a body. Heavy decay, maggots feast, a woman watches on explaining that he is dead and his decay is normal, looking closely I examine the body, it is alive but silent. Disturbing the flies I feel my face becoming dry. I scream at her that he is not dead, but she does not understand. © Adam