MacKenzie had wrapped a dead steward’s scarf around my head, covering my eyes. I had seen too much snow, too much everything. We thanked the dead for their stashed chocolate and whiskey. Then a helicopter swooped. I stood, blindly reached for hope.

5 Comments Crash

  1. susanwritesprecise February 26, 2015 at 7:06 am

    You took me there. Powerful and evocative, writing, Meg!

  2. KymmInBarcelona February 26, 2015 at 9:54 am

    So much story in such itty bitty space!

  3. Christine February 26, 2015 at 12:21 pm

    Love this story, Meg – even if it didn’t *quite* answer the ultimate question, it’s a really great little microstory. You should post it to the moonshine! The bit about thanking the dead kinda gave me shivers.

    1. cynkingfeeling February 26, 2015 at 1:06 pm

      Yes, please do post this to the moonshine. I’m going to share my alternate answer there.

  4. nbox2014 March 1, 2015 at 11:53 pm

    Bravo! Love the story.


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