Status: The Sparks keep coming.

Something Bigger

Spark Three

The sky was the color of fire, and not the awe-some* view of a sunset, but a threatening color, full of foreboding. In the backyard of a suburban home, a small boy about the age of nine wondered up at the sky. He asked his mother what it was, and she didn't reply. She joined him in the staring.
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*I mean awesome in the literal sense of the word.