THE IMPOSSIBLE GLOW
Days passed. The families were drowning in grief.
Planning three funerals for young people is a burden no one should bear.
Anisa, the girl in traffic, was finally reviewing her camera roll.
She scrolled past the photo of the accident. Then she stopped.
Her heart skipped a beat.
What is that?
She zoomed in.
In the center of the wreckage, where the twisted metal of the Subaru lay, there was a light.
Not a glare from the sun. Not a reflection off the windshield.
It was a distinct, vertical beam of light.
It was shooting straight up from the car into the clouds.
She showed it to her Aunt Tara.
Tara covered her mouth. Tears welled up in her eyes.
“Anisa,” she whispered. “That’s a pathway to heaven.”
Anisa was skeptical. She looked for a rational explanation. A smudge on the lens? A flare?
But the light was contained. Perfect. Intentional.
She knew she had to show the grieving family. But would they think she was crazy?