The first time I saw it clearly, I thought something had died and then changed its mind about staying dead. Red, obscene fingers pushed out of a pale, egg-like sac, slick with slime, reeking of rot so dense it felt like a physical pressure in the air. It didn’t move. It didn’t need to. Its existence alone was an intrusion, a violation of what a backyard is supposed to be.
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