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the glow

Trent didn’t notice anything until his closet started to glow.

By then it was too late.

“Honey, what is it? What’s happening?” asked his wife.

“Oh no,” said Trent. “Quick! Get the girls and the dog. Go to your mother’s.”

“Why? What’s happening?”

“Honey,” said Trent, “I never threw out my old clothes from the eighties.”

Trent stared at the light coming from under the closet door.

“It’s all my old power suits,” he said. “They’ve gone critical.”