Like a Moth to a Flame
She kept quiet about the first time for fear of being ridiculed by the other pilots. The strange light had maneuvered in front of her in a synchronised dance routine that perfectly mirrored her movements. Then … nothing.
This time it’s blinding, whiter than the hottest magnesium flame. The shapes inside it, flowing and sinuous, merge to give her and her fighter jet an all-embracing hug.
As the lightshow fades, the fuel dial shows it’s time to head home. Alexa flies on, unsure whether to turn towards the earth below or the shining globe just visible out in the aether.