Eli Parker had seen a lot of weird things in Georgia mostly at county fairs but nothing like the storm that rolled in that Thursday night. The sky cracked open like it was mad at the world. Lightning zigzagged across the fields, painting the oaks in white flashes that made the cows look like startled ghosts.
Eli leaned against his old pickup, the rain drumming on the hood, and muttered, “Ain’t no storm like a southern one.” He took another sip from his gas station coffee, now more rainwater than caffeine, and squinted toward the tree line. That was when he saw it something glimmered blue for half a second and then disappeared
