As the light filtered through its pearlescent form, it was split in a manner similar to a prism. I had never encountered anything like this in the two years that I had been here.
The lights in the sky continued their advance. He had no hope of outrunning them, but his legs refused to stop.
My foot is gone. Must have left it back there in the dirt.
Out in the field, crows were scratching in the dead earth left in the wake of the machine.
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