Tall Tall Red Lights
Isfet looked up at the radio tower as he approached. It was a new moon, and the shining red beacons pierced through the black like a knife. Dark as it was, Isfet’s night vision let him see well enough to make the trek up here without any trouble. He could see the clouds moving up above, creating the illusion that the looming metal structure was leaning ever forward toward him, but never quite falling.
He shook off a chill, and looked back down. He’d wanted to get out of the city, if only for the night. The towering height of a radio transmitter was only a waypoint, not the goal. He set down the reusable shopping bag he’d packed up, and pulled out his phone. Sam sent out a message: “I’m here :)”
















