Day 1
The other passenger’s name is Elena. She’s younger than me, by a decade, so I should be comforting her, taking charge. But then, there’s just two of us. So we’re more like partners in this thing. I’m using my journal to start documenting. She had the same thought, but she’s going to use her computer and phone. We checked the overhead bins, and no one else’s luggage is there. Just ours. Continue reading
hallucination
My Food Is Speaking To Me
Standard“Tell me I’m sane,” I said.
There was a pause on the other end. And then he finally spoke.
“I refuse.”
I sighed. “Freddy, come on.”
“Give me some context, then.” Continue reading