The Literary Magazine 2020 Spring "A Future"

Microworld
Sofiya Shiyan
Glass Traps
Amit Perekalsky
On Saturday, January 3rd, 1994, at
10:48 am, the two bodies were reported missing.
After the day Saint witnessed the crash, his
small town was never the same again. I walked
the valley and felt confusion and tension in the
crisp cold air; each smile has seemed dull and
fake ever since the incident. Saint Hansen was
the sunshine and happiness of the small village
in central Amsterdam in which he lived.
Although he was only 17, his presence in the
town was bigger and greater than anything. I
remember the day it all happened. People were
walking around the town, looking for the bodies,
not understanding how a body could simply disappear…vanish
in the middle of a crash. It all
happened too fast; a drunk driver, who did not
live in our town, reached over the speed limit
and crashed into Saint. During the crash, both
the bodies of Saint and the driver vanished into
the air. I was not there when it happened, for although
Saint went to my school, we were never
friends. But everywhere you go now, you see the
local newspaper on the floor reporting the story
of how the two bodies were never found as they
simply disappeared into thin air. We have never
seen or heard anything like it.
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