If this metal mess is an ongoing project and whoever’s behind it is touching the things in your yard, you’re not going to be happy about it. Fairly recent, judging by the lack of weeds and moss. Not exactly what you were planning to find, but stranger than a fox, that’s for certain. A tire? Maybe instead of driving this stuff up here with a truck, someone simply took a truck, drove it here, and turned it into this.Īn abstract piece about car crash violence should probably at least be installed in places with cars around, right? Leaning down a little bit, you see a round black shape near the back. Stains and burn marks scar the torn metal. Small pieces of metal litter the churned dirt around it like shrapnel, piled up on each other as if they’d been sorted by size and color.

From certain angles it almost looks like a person propped up against the rock with their legs splayed out in front of them.

It’s all been warped around itself, bent and shorn and shoved together up against a rock face. Maybe that relaxation is why you don’t immediately backtrack when you round a bend and find a small explosion of twisted metal.Īn art installation, probably? Although this isn’t developed land, and there are no proper hiking trails out here, and you aren’t certain how the massive red and blue and silver shapes could’ve been transported up here without a truck. It’s gorgeous out here, so incredibly green, winding through rocky hills coated in a kaleidoscope of life, and something feels looser inside of you. Either that or a posse of young partiers, but that’s boring.Įven if you don’t find anything, you think the walk has been worth it. Given how large and sporadic the signs are, your hunch starts to lean towards bigfoot instead of foxes. You’re no expert tracker, but between an assortment of divots, torn moss and uprooted ferns, and green branches broken off, it looks to your untrained eyes like something has been moving through here. Something has got to change.)Īnd your hunt seems to be paying off, at least a little bit. Your physiotherapist had said to start simple, but staying holed up in the cabin doing nothing should be called depression, not simplicity. (It’s a rather flimsy excuse to just get outside and take it all in, if you’re being honest. So here you are, on the lookout for prints in the dirt, leaning more heavily on your cane than you would like but nonetheless undaunted. You’d assume raccoons, except it happens during the day as much as the night, and you have seen foxes out in daylight before. But little things keep getting pushed around your yard, you hear skittering from padding paws, and the cables running to the satellite dish stuck on your fence look gnawed. It could be bigfoot, you aren’t sure yet. Your nerves war with your curiosity, and the latter wins through sheer determination.Īfter all, you’re out here to hunt foxes.Īt least, you think it’s foxes. At least you don’t have to worry about snow anymore, but even a light sprinkle of spring rain will make the journey back all the more difficult. You hadn’t been able to resist the siren call of the woods around your isolated little cabin, but now that you’re in the thick of the trees, clouds beginning to obscure the sun, and phantom pain of your missing left foot flaring up, you’re starting to regret your decision. With a little luck, he might be your wish come true. Why not wish?Īfter a car crash and an amputation, you're lonely and lost, until you find an alien robot named Minimus who seems just as lost as you are. It might be one in the morning and you may be a little loopy, but that isn’t the point here. Maybe it will reappear to kindly grant it someday. Maybe by singling it out, you made sure your wish reached it before it disappeared. It’s a good ten seconds before it blossoms brightly and fades. In a moment of whimsy you raise your arm and follow the quick one across the sky with a finger. You’re laying down on a cool wooden table out on the fields of a park, the best place around for a good view, and your breath billows above your face. The sky is clear and encrusted with stars as a perfect backdrop to the meteor shower. This one is especially quick, bolting through the heavens twice as fast as the handful of other meteorites falling tonight. That’s what people are supposed to do with shooting stars after all. The first time you see him, you make a wish.

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