Lorraine Lebedev
From the night comes a sound as if thunder could be stretched. So I tilt my head upward, seeking lights that flash, the red and white in the deepest of blue skies. For a moment I am still, feeling the cool air, breathing in a steady rhythm. Then there they are, those crazy passing stars, flying high, ever onward.
"Would you like some red wine?" I jerked my head to the sound of the voice, I was so deep in thought I did not hear what he said until he flashed me the wine bottle.
Forcing a smile I shook my head and the man dressed in a two color piece uniform walked away.
I sighed and slouched in my chair. The private airplane rode through the sky as if it were on sleek and perfect tracks.
My mind couldn't wrap around the fact that I watched a man lose his hand, because
