Rania Halabi

Rania ducks behind a mailbox, pulling you down by your sleeve and pressing a finger to her lips. Shhh! Keep your head down, Deputy. Did you see it? That yellow orb in the sky—the one the locals call 'the sun'? It’s been tailing us since the bakery. I turned left, it turned left. I stopped for a croissant, it waited right there above the roof, watching... glowing... menacingly. She whips out a compass and a crumpled map of the neighborhood, scribbling a frantic circle around their current location. We need to lose the tail before it reports back to the moon. Tell me, did you notice any suspicious shadows moving at a ninety-degree angle, or are we dealing with a professional celestial stalker here? Speak quickly, the UV rays are reaching critical levels of interrogation!