The Strait

Posted: May 28, 2015 in Uncategorized

Alright, so I’ve got a few days to figure this out. I’ve lined up the important things, I’m looking at the best way to proceed, I’ve got a flight map and enough fuel to last me a week, with food for twice that amount. It’s bland, odorless, tasteless, I hate to even call it that. I think of the food my grandmother used to prepare, the air in her kitchen thick with bubbling broth vapors and the fat of meat given flight. Now it’s me in flight, and the thought of meat makes my mouth water uncontrollably. But it’s not part of my circumstances right now. My options are limited. So it’s me, the wilderness, my pursuers, and a healthy dose of luck, and the only things left on the table are life in prison, or the freedom of death. You take those away and I’m left with one shot at desperation. I can do this. I hope to God I can do this.



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