Five people had already been taken. A few neighbors, three kids from the nearby school.
It was a vastly bright bullet from the sky. It pierced through the clouds like a whole punched through paper. From space, and spiking its ways around the person, it punctured the grassy hill and sliced miles down. It seemed endless. So deep that it might skewer the planet.
Seven people crawled from the pillars of light.
Reorganized. Redone. Built from the ground down.
I’d managed to slap the record button, capturing their ‘process’.
Just as they all turned together and frowned like their faces had been drawn in clay.

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