Bad things have happened to Ashleigh but those things are not my things to tell.
It’s Friday and I pick her up from work and we drive to Weldon because Ashleigh wants to get me out of the house and there’s a trail in Weldon.
It’s called the Canal Trail and we can walk on it.
We park the car and we walk on the trail.
I’m wearing shorts and Ashleigh is wearing shorts and there are these little black insects and I think they are biting me.
“Those are called no see ums,” Ashleigh says.
They keep biting us and we keep walking.
We sit on a bench and look at a pond or a lake or I don’t know what it is.
Some small body of water.
Behind us, two men meet on the trail and discuss things that we don’t care about, and then they are gone and it’s just us and the water and the no see ums.
We look at the water and then we’ve had enough and we’re hungry so we get back on the trail and head back toward the parking lot.
We see an old condom wrapper embedded in the dirt.
A long time ago someone had sex out here in the woods.