There’s a bright flash and a crash of what sounds like thunder, but the sound is much bigger than thunder. It comes from absolutely everywhere; there is no place the sound is not. It’s in their heads and feet, traveling down their arms into their fingers and to the end of every hair follicle. It’s in the attic and the basement and the silverware. It’s in the trees the kids climbed growing up and in every single stalk of wheat in the fields. It’s in the sun and the core of the earth and it’s coming out of their mouths. The sound, in all its furious power and blinding light, turns out not to be
...more
