Airborne and Unsupervised

Nova had been told to lean forward, hold on tightly, and take her first flight slowly. She was currently sitting sideways. One hand rested on the broom while the other instructions became increasingly theoretical. Wind lifted her hair, the clouds slipped beneath her boots, and a pleased little smile settled across her face. Her headset crackled. “How’s the test flight?” “Stable.” “Nova. How high are you?” She glanced down. The house had become very small. Conveniently, so had everyone’s ability to tell her what to do. “Reception’s getting terrible.” It wasn’t. She tilted the broom toward the stars.