I've told this story many times, in many ways. This particular version was written for The First Time: First Crime, an evening of readings at Second City's Up Comedy Club in Chicago on April 17, 2013. I read it again at Tuesday Funk #61 on September
In the indigo sky hang lights like lanterns strung from here to eternity. Bright holes punched in the night, they creep in from the east, queued for landing but aimed at the spotlit moon holding fast in their path. But the moon gives way, first to one plane, then the
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