Whenever I see a road kill I want to look away. But I also want to look.
What kind of critter bit the dust? Did he suffer?
I saw this one on County Route 16. Did a double then a triple take. Something was wrong. Nothing has blue guts.
Close inspection revealed it was a stuffed animal. Cat, most likely.
Which set me to pondering. What was a stuffed animal doing crossing the highway? Was his stuffed-animal family waiting in the bushes, crying for him? Is there a whole village of stuffed animals in quilted calico houses hidden there past the swamp?
Hmmm. Material for a story. You take it and run.