At random moments throughout your week, an unregistered phone number will text you a photo of roadkill.
You know it's ghost sending them, his shadow looming over the thing twisted on the side of the road. Sometimes you get a single "rabbit." Or "duck." When he thinks you won't be able to identify the animal. You asked him about them exactly once, stood under the awning of some shitty bar and on your second smoke.
"Reminds me o' you." He huffed, eyes searing into the side of your skull when you refused to look at him.
To this day, you have no idea what he meant. If you're meant to be the carcass or the one making them. A threat, or some fucked up attempt at courting. Maybe both. Maybe he just wants to be friends.
The most recent one caught the wrapper of his sandwich in the frame, eating while he observed.
Weird fucker.
