The plane’s wing fell off, again. Elena looked down at the air traffic controllers arguing down below. They looked like flies with their massive headsets. No, not flies, ants. Flies could at least fly.
She stretched up her arms towards the sky and tried standing on her tippy toes. A bone crushing weight slammed her back down. Backpack. She didn’t need it. She took it off her back and threw it in the trash. Bam.
She turned around towards the exit. She had more important things to do.
“Elena, honey, the plane is about to board. Please put your backpack on.”
Eulogy
Who doesn’t like a story with a dog or a kid?
