At night, if you open the windows, you can hear screaming. Everyone says it's the cicadas. It’s best if you believe it’s the cicadas.
You're the fourth person in line at Swig. You’ve been the fourth person in line at Swig for two hours now. You just wanted a dirty Dr. Pepper, but part of you knows that dirty Dr. Pepper isn't on the menu.
It’s a Sunday. The streets are near empty. Anyone smart enough will stay inside. Lock your doors.
The temple is on top of the hill. You can always see it. In the day, it sparkles. At night, it glows. Anyone you ask will tell you that it’s a reminder. For what, you may never know. But the darkness in the hills beyond it is stifling and growls menacingly. You don't question the temple.
You’re hiking through Zions National Park. “What beautiful natural rock formations.” you mention. The tour guide looks nervous. You think you see something shadowy move at the top of the cliff. “Yeah, natural.” The tour guide agrees. You continue hiking. Neither of you look around much afterward.
It’s impossibly hot. It’s been impossibly hot for as long as you can remember, and it seems to be getting hotter every day. You’re simply awaiting the day that the heat engulfs everything.
You answer a knock at your door to find the missionaries on your porch. Both of them beam at you, unblinking. They look similar. Too similar. They offer to tell you about a higher power. You politely decline and shut the door. When you look out the window that evening, they are still on the lawn, beaming up at you, unblinking.
The red rocks outside of town are beautiful. Bill Nye says they were formed by lithified sand dunes. The metallic scent in the air and the rocks’ occasional wet, shimmery gleam tell you otherwise.
Many people pass through town on the way to Las Vegas. It’s easy to look at them during the day. It’s less easy to look at them at night. It’s much more disturbing to see the same people, with empty eyes and grey skin, exiting the desert beyond.
Your friend invites you to a picnic with the Mormons. They are very friendly and polite. “You should join us this Sunday!” says the relief society president. She smiles at you. She has too many teeth.
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