The red-faced man by the window curses, surveying the Asian Wall Street Journal. The blond woman in the aisle-seat reads a romance. The plane taxis but does not take off; it belly flops into the South China Sea. Water floods the cabin. Newsprint blurs. He escapes through a gash in the roof, worrying some about sharks, but more about the men in Kuala Lumpur who are waiting for him. Everyone survives. He's got to get another flight.

# posted by Gerry Canavan @ 7:50 PM  |