Three days ago at our beach a 14 year old girl was swimming far away from shore. Her parents lost track of her. Soon some people on the beach noticed a dark spot on the water. A surfer swam closer and realized it was a stain of blood. He pulled the unconcious girl out of the water and beat the shark on the nose until it let go. Before he made it back to land, the girl had died from loss of blood.
There is a dead fox. When I first saw it it was on one side of the sidewalk, in the sun. Now it is on the opposite side resting in the shade of the tree. It is grey with a brown belly. I thought it was sleeping, only its eyes were hollw. It refused to rot. Instead it seemed to collapse on itself day by day, until today, when you could see its hip socket with the leg joint sticking out. Its fur is still clean. It has no noticable smell.
On the curb of walmart there is a cat fossil. At first I thought it was bare, dead weeds in a patch of dry dirt. But it was a fully articulated cat skeleton peeking out of the ground like some paleontological treasure.
I don't know why there is death all around, or why these deaths persist and refuse to go away. All I know is they are there.