On the tarmac we insisted that the flight attendants stop welcoming us aboard Flight 352 from Boston to Fort Lauderdale. “It’s not a flight if we never take off,” we chanted in stumbly pentameter. What had started as frustration at the delay was turning into a protest against unfulfilled intentions. As the flight’s sky marshal, I was obliged to mute the protest if necessary. But needing to remain undercover, and having spent the last week awaiting the results of a testicular ultrasound, I was also an eager participant.
from ‘Sig Sauer’, a story by Mike Ostrov in The Lifted Brow #22. Get your copy now!