To Bathe in Black Glow

Jimmy tore open the plastic and took the goggles in hand, felt their smooth heat, turned them over. Smiled at their sci-fi vibe. He’d look like a fucking nerd in them, for sure, but so would the other ten-thousand people that had gathered to get weird on drugs and wait for the eclipse.

The glasses were supposed to make it safe to look directly into the eclipse, of course, but they went farther. The eclipse only lasted a few minutes; the glasses promised to extend the psychedelic light show until the sun set in the evening, riffing on patterns and simultaneously playing music through everyone’s eyes, through the brain, and out the ears.

The time came. Some had been wearing the glasses for some time now, clowning. Jimmy  secured his pair onto his head, and looked up. Clicked the button.

The shadow crept across the sun and they all ooh’ed and aww’ed until a long, scab encrusted arm reached out of the shadowed star and snatched up a handful of the crowd. Their screams went unheard, so fast were they taken. Their blood formed clouds as it fell from the lips of the sun.

Jimmy couldn’t take the goggles off. They had locked onto his head and began to squeeze. He took his pocket knife and tried to cut the straps, but ended up only gouging his own skull flesh, making the ever tightening goggles that much more uncomfortable. The hand reached down for more, and now people were trampling and Jimmy set to stabbing his way blindly through the crowd, eyes tortured with diabolical light patterns that were rearranging his memories and preparing his enzymes for ingestion.

He was marinated in the blood, sweat, and piss of others and died never knowing that he was considered a choice bite when his time came to be casually eaten by the sun.