I stumbled out onto the street, still a bit blurry.
The sky was filled with glowing saucers. Invasion?
Not saucers, halos. Perhaps the dead have had their reward.
My eyes focus and I see the wires and the earthly electricity.
People pass like ghosts in the night, a trickle of humanity.
I walk into that stream, amongst those living ghosts.
The street is immaculately clean. Why had I wished for some random trash or rubbish piles?
The explosion had taken them unawares. They tell me she died instantly.
A little farther down infinity glows from the walls above a shop.
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