Fire. That is the first thing, and then the the noise, everything white first, then red. After the fire, everything grows calm again. An armadillo wanders across the road. The man who pressed the button files his report, then goes back to jerking off to a photograph of Angelina Jolie’s pillow lips. Outside the bunker, an alligator waits for the sun to rise, his nose holes raised just slightly above the surface of the water. Further out, a man and his son watch the missile streak toward its target.
“That’s what I figure it will look like when Jesus comes back ‘round,” says the man. “A great light shooting across the sky.”
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