Fiction | July 22, 2013

At first he didn’t acknowledge her. He crossed his legs and looked out the window where the fog enveloped the fuselage completely. It seemed remarkable that they were going to take off in this. One couldn’t see the other planes parked at the gates, the maintenance vehicles scurrying about below, or the airfield.

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