“Look at them all!” I told her, glee and fascination mingling in my voice as I watched dozens of little lights float around me. I caught one in my hand and gazed at it. I let it crawl on my arm. It was then I realized this wasn’t a firefly.
No one fully knew what the factory on the edge of town was for, but as she drove by one night and smelled the stale stench of decay, it occurred to her what exactly they were burning in this concrete contraption. This was where they took you when you died.