The heat dome hung heavy over the town. Corn sweated its maizey vapor, adding measurably to the humidity. Invasive lantern flies hovered in non-native trees searching for nearby figs and grapes to feast upon. Cicadas looked for a mate, then dropped from the sky to splat on the sidewalk, green eyes turning opaque. Impatient drivers in red hats revved their truck engines and spewed exhaust, gun racks in back rattling.
STOP THE SOLAR FARMS and NO WIND TURBINES HERE banners lined Main Street.
I pounded a “FOR SALE” sign into my lawn and gunned my Tesla EV out of town.
STOP THE SOLAR FARMS and NO WIND TURBINES HERE banners lined Main Street.
I pounded a “FOR SALE” sign into my lawn and gunned my Tesla EV out of town.
