Picnic

Her mother had been predicting her demise since childhood, so it was like a thunderous relief when she saw the strike from heaven, the white embrace of light, the electric charge that tied her down and lifted her up in the same glorious moment. And in that last moment, that blast of light and noise that, as far as she could ever know, would annihilate everything—the thing that was great about that split second was how perfectly it made everyone around her look and sound like a fabulous tableau in a 70s Broadway musical, like Hair, or Jesus Christ Superstar.

Photo credit: Kaj-Ivar van der Wijst