Missing — from the short story collection “Nuclear”

The thin-veiled outline of her kitchen, a jagged halo of iridescent blue instead of the pale, diffuse yellow surrounding angels, ushered her away from her family. Lydia closed her eyes and drifted into nothingness as the wall clock, shaped like a coffee cup, ticked and the dryer pounded clothes around, a zipper banging back and forth against the metal drum. She’d disappeared a million years before but…