My Mom Flies An Fighter Jet

the controls, the world vanished. Not blackness. Sky. Endless sky. I saw signals like threads of light, radar waves bending, the aircraft’s unstable field twisting in on itself. I saw Voss’s code trying to lock me in, trying to make my mind a switch inside his machine.

Then I heard Mom. Not through my ears. Through memory. Check the locks. Walk through continue reading …