Someone I Met

Anna is one of the many park workers. She is about fifty with red hair and erratic eyes. She is always wearing black spandex and chain smoking. The other park workers say that she doesn’t have a belly button and that she has to go to the hospital a lot because her digestive system is all fucked up and her stomach seeps liquids out through her skin. It’s no surprise though. She eats road kill and digs through the campground garbage cans for food that people leave behind. I was in the park truck with her once, driving up to the park office. She was telling me how she found a freshly killed deer on the side of the road and how she stopped to see if it was pregnant. It turned out that it was, and she cut it open and brought home the dead fawn to show the one son she has that is not in jail. As she was telling me this, and I was on the verge of vomiting, the truck came to a screeching halt. She jumped out and ran to the side of the road where a wild turkey had been recently hit. She tore it open with her bear hands, and ferociously pulled out its breast muscle. Turning around to the truck as if she had a trophy, she held it up in the air and said “Dinner!”