Ksb1981 ❲Firefox❳

My job was to classify and destroy unverified anomalies. But I’d grown up in 1981. I remembered the summer the radio played only static, and the grown-ups whispered about the boy who whistled back .

Below that, a single Polaroid had been stapled. A boy, about ten years old, stood in the center of a bleached-white desert. He wasn’t looking at the camera. He was looking at his own shadow, which was not his own. The shadow was taller, leaner, and wore a fedora. ksb1981

I looked down at my hands. They were translucent. The boy in the Polaroid had grown up, but only as a ghost. The shadow in the fedora was the one who’d lived my life. My job was to classify and destroy unverified anomalies