What if the most ordinary moment of your life… was also the last?
A Friday night at the county fair. Neon hums, and the air is thick with the scent of spun sugar. A teenager tells her friend she’ll meet her by the exit after one more game. Between the ring toss and the gate, a single minute opens up like a trapdoor. A whisper: come with me.
Or consider this: a quiet suburban street, a porch l...
