Daily story, May 5, 2025

Dan decided to be the kind of man who eats roadkill. Resourceful, thoughtful. In touch with nature, but in a gritty way that didn’t shy from the realities of wildness: red in tooth and claw and a smear down the tarmac. He put a spade and a coolbox and a roll of extra-strong binbags in his boot. Serial killer shit, Amy called it. He smiled at that. The first fox he butchered had him sick for a week. But he was that kind of man, now.