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Nick Baker

Flying

It had been a long flight. All day they had followed perpetual twilight's watery winter glow and now they were finally coming down. Sara looked off coldly into a corner of the plane. He'd talked with her a few minutes ago, but she hadn't replied. Out of it.

From a dark corner of childhood he remembered that the Jumbo came out in 1969, a mere 65 years since the Wright brothers flew at Kittyhawk. So what had got better in the 25 years since then? Fuck All.

Shit seats. Shit air conditioning. Shit food. And it was fucking freezing in here. He pulled the blanket over.

This is your captain speaking - Welcome to Cattle Class.

And Sara. She was new. He'd seen her around different clubs, bars and chilled early morning chills. But they'd never chatted. Not that when they did chat it made a difference. He was waiting for the payoff and the winter on the beach. So it was business as usual. Big pack of condoms, elastic bands, lots of lubricant and, of course, the magic powder.

He set his mind to fast forward. In just a few hours he'd be crapping out the golden eggs. He gobbled a bitter e with some cheap wine. Now he'd be flying with time.

A favourite tape, eyes closed, swimming in the dreamsea. But like every good dream it was over too soon, and he was suddenly back on the ground in the air, wakened by the captains call to land.

Maybe it was then, or maybe before in the e haze that he heard her moan softly. An angel's wing folded and they fell to the ground.

It was always like this near the end. He was a mess, hanging off the cliff face. But this time the gauntlet was the least of his worries. Primary objective: get out of the plane before anyone notices. Just get out of the plane before anyone notices. Just get out.

He tucked the blanket around Sara and whispered goodbye. It was only then he realised how pretty she was. Her lips were blue and she was so cold. Poor kid. Thank fuck it wasn't him lying there: Dead on arrival.

It had been a long flight. As he left the terminal building he looked forward.