Tuesday, February 21, 2006 .

Fireworks


... ...light, from behind the door, had flooded the room with radiance. People covered their eyes then, hesitantly, opened them again, and simple stared. It was as if fireworks had been let off in the room. Not indoor fireworks, strange crawling things the sputter and smell bad; nor even the kind of fireworks that you let off in your back garden; but the kind of industrial-strength fireworks that get fired up high enough to cause a potential menace to airways: the kind of fireworks that end a day at Walt Disney World, or that give the fire marshals headaches at Pink Floyd concerts. It was a moment of pure magic.

screaming infidelity at 12:59 AM
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