There was a woman, and everyone watched. Including me. We were at the fields where the kids play soccer. You know?”
“I’m there three times a week.”
“The place is surrounded by woods.”
“I know. Three days a week. No joke. Were the kids playing?”
“That’s why we noticed her. She walked across the field mid-game like she didn’t even see the rest of us and disappeared into the woods. The fireflies had started. Maybe 40 minutes before dark? The game must’ve been close to ending. In fact, it did end soon after.”
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