IN THE SEASON OF KILLING BOLTS
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IN THE SEASON OF KILLING BOLTS

Editorial:
WAYNE KYLE SPITZER
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9783986467869
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From In the Season of Killing Bolts:

?Looks like a mushroom cloud?only, like, horizontal.?

I confess I jumped, and that my hand dropped to my weapon-had I carried one. ?Donovan. Now how many times have I told you not to cut through the cemetery??

?Ah, Chief, but then I?ve got to go all the way around. And there?s a mean dog on Oberlin; you know that. Besides,? He stepped up next to me and gazed at the cloud. ?You don?t really mean to tell me you care about that when there?s, well, that. Am I right??

I peered at the cloud: at its curtains of rain and lightning-like the tendrils of a jellyfish-at its billowing cumulonimbus, which flickered and flashed.

?What is that?? I mumbled. ?Is that, is that lightning up there, or something??

I guess he must have followed my gaze. ?Up there? Near the top? No-no, I don?t think so. More like-more like balloon beacons, or aircraft. Their wing lights, maybe-glowing in the gloom. Those colors, though. They don?t-they don?t look right. Almost like-?

?That?s because you?ve never seen them,? I said, and toggled my radio. ?No one has. K-94, this is the Chief. Do you copy??

But there was nothing-only static. Only white noise. I listened for the truck?s radio: nothing. Just dead air. Just silence as thunder rumbled and the rain fell and the wind gusted-powerfully. Alarmingly.

?K-94, this is the Chief-do you copy??

More static, more noise. I looked at the fast-approaching cloud.

?Donovan,? I said.

?Yeah, Chief??

?Don?t cut through the cemetery.?

And then I hustled for the truck and quickly climbed in-jammed it into gear, activated the light bar. Then I was driving out of the cemetery at a dizzying clip; reaching for my cellphone even as it started ringing and ringing; glancing at the shotgun as it lay-bleakly, funereally, like a coffin-between the seats.

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