Literature
Now We're Taking Flight
The city is lively at night. Casino neon lights and club searchlights glow and sway in the distance. The upper floors of the college living quarters are blacked out and silent, but the lower floors are lustrous and rowdy with parties. Inside one particular bedroom, there’s a number of books and papers on the dresser. An open small metallic box is toppled over. A woman’s voice is heard over a cellphone speaker. “It’s been two weeks since the disappearance of 21-year-old Tesla Verali from WSU, with authorities finding no reliable leads. The Verali family is shattered and appealing to the public for information. Adding to all the uncertainty, the two students who first reported her missing, Mira Palermo and Dario Ancona have not been seen or heard from since last Tuesday...” On the counter, standing just barely a couple inches tall, a dark-haired tan-skinned woman kneels over a lit cellphone screen. She sighs dejected. “So it’s true. No one knows where we are.” A sudden beep from the