Gods And Monsters: Unclean Spirits
“Complimentary hot towels. A lunch of Maryland crabcakes, steamed broccoli, a small tray of moist, homemade cookies. And it’s quiet here. Like someone put a gentle pillow over the engines and hushed them to sleep.
Cason’s never flown first class before.
He looks over, sees across the aisle that Tundu seems to be enjoying it. Digging into the crabcake with abandon, forkfuls into his smiling mouth, his head bobbing to some kind of music piping into headphones.
Psyche, on the other side, looks like... she’s going to be sick.
“I hate flying,” she says.
“But you—” Cason suddenly lowers his voice. “But you fly. Like, with wings.”
“That’s different.”
“How is it different?”
“There I’m in control. And I don’t fly ten miles up into the atmosphere.”
“We’re not ten miles up. Five, maybe.”
She blanches. “I don’t fly that high, either.”
“It’s not like if we crash, you’ll die.”
“No. But it’ll be terrifying all the way down.”
It’s then on cue that the plane hits a pocket of turbulence.MoreLess
Cason’s never flown first class before.
He looks over, sees across the aisle that Tundu seems to be enjoying it. Digging into the crabcake with abandon, forkfuls into his smiling mouth, his head bobbing to some kind of music piping into headphones.
Psyche, on the other side, looks like... she’s going to be sick.
“I hate flying,” she says.
“But you—” Cason suddenly lowers his voice. “But you fly. Like, with wings.”
“That’s different.”
“How is it different?”
“There I’m in control. And I don’t fly ten miles up into the atmosphere.”
“We’re not ten miles up. Five, maybe.”
She blanches. “I don’t fly that high, either.”
“It’s not like if we crash, you’ll die.”
“No. But it’ll be terrifying all the way down.”
It’s then on cue that the plane hits a pocket of turbulence.MoreLess
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