Small dead things

On my way to get the paper. It is late in the afternoon. The heat and humidity have not disappeared despite the violent storm of yesterday's night.

I first see the long stream of ants swarming the body and I step aside to let them enjoy the pleasure of the enormous meal of the dead insect. It does not have its wings anymore. I keep walking and almost stumble upon another body, a bigger one buzzing with flies. A dead rat lying on the sidewalk. My stomach turns and I look elsewhere concentrating on the thought of the paper.

On my way back with the paper in hands, I try to anticipate the spot where it lies swarming. I look at the large dark shape coming closer and closer and suddenly realize that I am looking at a dark plastic bag while the rat is right here a meter away now, still swarming with flies.
I keep looking at the bag and see a woman and her dog coming toward me. They will pass the rat soon, the dog will want to eat or touch it. I stopped and turned to watch in a sickening anticipation.
Nothing happens and the two keep on walking.