freefalling

papal shoes down the laundry chute.  panicking, Maria considers sliding four stories down to the central laundry;  landing on a pile of the finest linens, 1000 count linens, holy linens.  same creases, same sweat, same stains.  and now.  two red shoes caught in a swirl of dirty cotton.  Maria pictures his holiness standing barefoot.  she … Read more

every time, Wilf orders a double scotch.  brand doesn’t matter but it has to be a double.  can’t stand the shudder, he thinks and tries not to think about what lies between the thin, curved walls of the aircraft.  fire retardant foam insulation.  cotton batting.  triple-coated electrical wires.  matches.  we’re kindling barreling through air, he … Read more