The Captain Knew Me Before the Passenger Did

answer is no, that’s fine.”

“Alright.”

“Was it your last mission? The one where you got hurt?”

I looked out the window. Nothing but cloud tops and hard white sun.

“No,” I said. “Second to last.”

He waited.

So I told him.

Not the cleaned-up version for ceremonies. The real one.

How the valley had boxed us in. How the radio chatter got clipped and ugly. How continue reading …