When Fireballs Collide
IAND THERE CAME ANOTHER one. BAM!
Right against the car we were crouched behind. We were stuck behind a red subcompact, a recent American model. Here at the Los Angeles Observatory parking lot. The night was clear, a very rare occurrence, very unusual for this city of smoke and fog. The stars above mirroring the endless street and building lights that marched out to their California coast. But a clear sky didn't help our situation any.
Getting pummeled by red-orange fireballs behind this car couldn’t last forever. Especially since they smell of sulfur like a whole case of rotten eggs being broken at once.
Big, really huge fireballs had been coming at us for something like 15 minutes. Heat and stench. Coming one right after the last one.
The red car was shaking
