The Cedarville Review 2021

17 | CEDARVILLE REVIEW As she said that, she sat on the window ledge and began to lean back. “Goodbye, Solomon Trent, it definitely wasn’t a pleasure, but I don’t think I’ll ever forget you.” She reached out above her and pulled on what Solomon could only assume was a rope. She flew up out of the window, pulled by her right arm into what Solomon could only assume was the sky. Solomon’s heart almost spasmed again. But there was no scream, no thud of a young woman on pavement, no hubbub in the streets that anyone had just flown out of the window. Leaving Solomon alone, again.