“Jack!” came the shriek as the body arced and fell to the ashen ground with a thump. The impact sent a plume of gray dust spewing thirty feet into the air. The gash in the sky had not even started to shrink when the man leapt up from his deck chair and hopped over the railing. He could hear the woman’s muffled screams and strode toward the new columns of gray haze that rose as she struggled to climb out of the shallow grave her fall had created. “Jack, I’m here! I’m not dead. Jack!” With a last flicker of sunlight, the gash closed and left his demesne in muted shades of gray, but not before it had filled his future with promise. He wanted to laugh at the sounds of her screams breaking what had seemed to be eons of oppressive silence. This was almost too delightful. The yellow-orange glow of his imagined sun now seemed dim as a flashlight but he didn’t care. Soon enough, he would walk in the true light.
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