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.
you may ask yourself, well, how did i get here
You took me there. Powerful and evocative, writing, Meg!
So much story in such itty bitty space!
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.
Yes, please do post this to the moonshine. I’m going to share my alternate answer there.
Bravo! Love the story.