Day 28

The moon above me is the same as the day Todrick died.

It’s been a month then.

A month since I was left alone. A month closer to winter.

I should prepare. Stuff the cracks. Check the stores. Stockpile extras.

But it’s so much work for one.

Instead, I go walking every day. I’ve learnt to hate being inside. It is impossible to forget my aloneness there. Outside, I can pretend someone is waiting for me. Or forget no one is waiting for me.

The fox and I are becoming friends. I call her Vicky. I’ve seen her almost every day, which is odd. I didn’t think foxes came out in daytime much. Still, I threw her some fish I caught yesterday.

I made sure to check the guts first. You’d think a century after we stopped producing plastic it would be less of an issue, but I still find it tangled in the intestines of animals. Or in their scat. Or caught in the roots of plants or mixed into the soil.

Plastic. That stuff is so ubiquitous. Even this notepad was wrapped in plastic. Admittedly, that’s the only reason the paper is useable, but still…

Todrick found it. A pad of paper, wrapped in plastic, and stored in a plastic box.

We burnt the plastic wrap. The smoke was awful, but we didn’t want to leave it lying around. We once found the corpse of a mouse that been trapped in a plastic bag. We didn’t want to contribute to that. It’s the only thing we can do for the earth now.

The only thing I can do for the earth.