The weather. Tomorrow, expect a... Biting cold front. Mmm, how naughty. I wonder what I'll be wearing or taking off. The night will be wild and untamed. Expect heavy, lashing rain that'll soak you to the skin. By Monday, temperatures will rise slowly but surely reaching their peak in the afternoon.

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Dinosaurs by Tom Franklin. On the day he saw the rhinoceros, Steadman woke an hour before dawn.

In the living room, in the dark, he stared at the fish tank for so long as coffee grew cold.

Something, the end of a dream maybe, it nagged him and left him uncertain and pensive.

The house seemed too small, so he loaded his equipment and he left early.

Soon the knobby buckshot tires of his truck were humming comfortably along the interstate.

Mobile was behind him, Montgomery, far ahead.

The gas station signs at every exit, colorful smudges in the fog.

He drove a company pickup of a big silver Ford F-250 with four-wheel drive he rarely had to use.

On the back glass, he'd attached Greenpeace decal.

He knew the gas-guzzling truck and the sticker contradicted each other,

but Stedman had been at odds with himself lately, a bit distracted.

He nearly missed his exit, for example, and had to jab his brakes and swerve,

and soon he found himself on a quiet, unfamiliar two-lane with the eight o'clock sun hazy over the trees.

Where had the miles gone?

Lines of barbed wire and red-tailed hawks on fence posts,

cattle-licking dark salt blocks.

Occasionally, he'd pass a rusty harrow,

Kudzu climbing its spikes,

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