True Florida Gothic
-There are red spots on your arms. There are many red spots. You look down and your legs have even more. You itch. You itch terribly. You hope it’s only the mosques.
-You know what it is yet you don’t move. You hear a faint buzzing. You’ve been trying to ignore the sound. The small wings make circles around your head, the sound is now like a helicopter… it is so loud. But it only disturbs you when you no longer hear a buzz.
-The sky is blue and and cloudless. Or was it? Now all you can see are dark looming storm clouds. They move so fast, it seems to choke off the white hot sun. The air constricts tighter as the storm rolls closer. Sometime before the showers fall in sheets the sky has changed even the light vibrant colors to gray. Thick lighting bolts cage the sky and pin you down. It’s hard to imagine that the sun is still shining out there. The sky is turbulence and inky but soon clouds part and sun’s rays can be seen. You’ve seen the spectacle, and you hear an old wrinkled man say “the Devil’s beating his wife again”, you agree not knowing what that is really supposed to mean. But it’s the same old man everytime the sun rains so you have to believe it.
-A man crosses the road without looking. You see him. You see his brightly colored Crocs. Also you see a black anklet monitor. You can sense that he is looking at you but you don’t make eye contact with him. Whatever he’s done. Whatever could he have done? A shiver, and you stop. When you continue driving you forget what you’ve see. He walks by you later that same day, you remember.
-At the beach you lose track of time. As you hold a staring contest with the ocean and whatever lurking thing is just under the surface gazing back. The tall lifeguard stands don’t have anyone in them. You can’t remember if they were lifeguards earlier. Where did they all go? The red wooden monument of safety is empty, the one down the beach is empty, all are empty, yet the structure is there and you feel safe in it’s shadow. Kids scream in the water.
-You can’t be sure if you see dark shapes gliding through the water with the swimmers and the longer you stare the more you begin to invoke. But whatever’s under could be nothing and you know the real attack will be from above. Sea Gulls. They are everywhere. They are always hungry. They are always looking for food. And all it takes is one careless child to drop a Dorito near you and next thing you know you have been consumed by the flying swarm of beasts.
-People make jokes about Florida and the wildlife living here but we know what’s outside… we know not to laugh. We know that even the plants can kill us. And we know in the swamps and marshy lowlands, hidden in the Cypress Trees, and low hanging Spanish Moss a true untouched, savage, darkness made home. Many a man wonder inside only to be a permanent guest.
-We don’t swim in lakes. It’s just not worth it, and the Alligators keep it that way. They also keep tabs on your pool. You might not see them but you know there’re close. Very close.-For some reason people who go to our state as visitors all plan on getting that “Florida tan”??? Not sure how they get one myself but they always end up with a bright, red, burn instead. That’s always after the assured “oh I never burn!” thing. Please note: if you want to visit The Sunshine State, you are going to need protection. Sun protection. I’m 100% serious. You need sun-screen. You won’t win a fight with the sun I don’t care who you are. Please. I’m tired of watching innocent people and loved ones burn. Heed my warnings.