The white garbage bag glowed from within, and it was a disorienting second before she remembered about the battery-powered light. It had definitely been off, dark, when she threw it away last night. But now the light was on, radiant inside the bag, and it made her uneasy, that spurned light calling out to her. She wrestled with the bag, trying to press the light to turn it off from the outside, but she couldn’t achieve the right grip; the light kept slipping away from her beneath the plastic, slick with milk.
