post-sunset gray cloudy sky
bright enough that headlights don’t help
dark enough that colors are muted
highway worker puts out orange cones
a fly on its way to rest buzzes near
worker swats at it absentmindedly
fly lands on worker’s face to gain bearings
worker jumps and swats it away
a car on the highway hits the fly
it is dead
worker slips onto the road
the screech of tires and thump
worker is dead