Friday, February 9, 2018
Eulogies 101 - Nakia
The house is long demolished and the once pristine five acres surrounded by cyclone fence bearing the developer’s logo. It used to be a pretty, semi-rural part of the neighbourhood but development encroached and the once tranquil landscape was now dotted with McMansions and Townhouses. The whole street is a construction site and barely recognisable.
As the bulldozer breaks drought hardened earth, the operator suspends his bucket and climbs down from his yellow tower of destruction.
“Holy shit!” he mutters to himself.
There’s a sliver of red acrylic blanket, now slowly decomposing, it’s satin ribbon trim nibbled by some subterranean animal and the bleached bone of something protruding from beneath.