Slow Apocalypse

The creature was several stories tall, spider-limbed, with a bulbous purple body speckled with man-sized, teal bubbles. They looked empty. Its slender legs narrowed to gleaming points at the ends. It was apparently indestructible.

If you sat in place, you could see it move, like watching the hour hand of a clock.

We came to the park every day it was on our street. I remember the sound it made when its needle-foot gradually pressed through a car's roof. I feel like I can still hear that endless, rending squeal, even now.

Sometimes I wonder if it ever stopped walking.