You murdered your wife on the day of the eclipse – slit her throat and left her bleeding to death on the carpet.
You couldn’t let her see the thing that was eating the sun. You loved her too much.
Tears fall down your cheeks as you shamble down the street toward the park where you can get a better view. The nameless dread that swelled in your chest begins to dissolve with each trembling step you take, replaced by a horrible sense of joy.
Other people walk alongside you, their foreheads marked with crimson spirals. Glancing at the tinted window of a nearby car, you notice that you, too, have the same symbol tattooed on your skin.
How did that get there? The thought of rubbing it off crosses your mind, but you hesitate, and you keep on walking instead. Something waits at the park. Something beautiful.
It sings to you. It sounds like the shrieks of a dying star.
Come, it sings. Come and witness me.
A five-year-old girl approaches and then grabs your hand. Her name’s Maddie, little Maddie Campbell from three blocks away.
She clutches a pockmarked knife, its edge dripping with fresh blood. Small bits of gore stain her face. She smiles.
“Are you going to see the eclipse?”
Nodding, you smile back, and the girl tells you, pouting, that her mommy wouldn’t let her go to the park with her friends. A glimmer of horror flashes in your head for a brief moment as you stare at the kitchen knife that innocent Maddie Campbell holds tightly, fading as quickly and as quietly as it came.
This doesn’t matter. Nothing matters anymore.
Once you arrive at the park, you notice that almost a hundred people have congregated there – all your neighbors, your former high school classmates, the cashier at the 7-11, the stoic Vietnam vet who runs the car wash, the lovely young barista at the local Starbucks who makes your latte every morning.
They’re all here, holding hands, forming circles like human fairy rings, faces turned toward the ever darkening sky.
“Look,” Maddie says. “Isn’t it pretty?”
How can she tell? Her beautiful blue eyes are gone. Evaporated. Nothing remains but smoking craters where they should have been. She should be howling in pain. Screaming. But she’s not.
Maddie giggles. Even as blood seeps out of her eye sockets and slithers down her face in thick, cloying rivulets.
You raise your head.
For an instant, you see the shape of the great thing crawling on the surface of the sun, its mandibles quivering in delight as it devours the precious light until only darkness remains.
Your eyes burn. Your ears bleed. What a beautiful sight. Jesus, you think to yourself, I sure could use a cold beer right now.
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