Alyssa and I went for a walk in the park one afternoon. We saw an odd shape in the fallen leaves and moved closer; it was a hand, severed just above the wrist.
We threw a party and filled our house with people.
Trains criss-crossed the city. The shiny, nearly-cylindrical cars could have been extruded or carved from solid metal. A Phillips-head screw in the top of each car and a door in the side were their only moving parts. I thought they were fantastic.
We went for another walk later that night. As the forest dimmed, four pale green lights drew our attention. We realized they were the severed hands and feet of the ghost; they'd been scattered around the hillside, and now they shed a barium-sulfide glow in the blue darkness. We got scared and ran back to town.
Later, the authority began registering everyone that was at our party. We all waited in large rooms, filling out Scantron bubbles until we were called to the folding tables by last name. The authority had an index card full of info on each of us; they were trying to figure out which of us were part of the Resistance. I glimpsed my card when I was called to the front, and I saw
gnfnrf in line next to me. They had me down as a Resistance officer (which was true), but they'd deduced that I was in charge of "Movements," which was wrong.