Twilight Zone
Written by: Sarah
“It’s only a lightning storm.”
“Just keep talking.”
“Happens all the time.”
“Not up here.”
“Sure up here.”
“Not to me up here.”
“Give me your hand.”
“Can’t. It’s taken.”
“I didn’t mean it like—”
“No, I mean it’s welded to this whatchamacalit.”
“I think it’s called an armrest.”
“I think it’s called a false sense of security.”
“What’s your name again?”
“Chloe.”
“Can you close your eyes for a minute, Chloe?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
“Because I might miss the lightning striking the wing of our plane.”
“Pretty sure you’d feel that.”
“Or that little gremlin from The Twilight Zone movie.”
“Oh, fuck! What is that?”
“What?!”
“Kidding.”
“Not . . . funny.”
“Sorry.”
“So totally . . . not . . . funny.”
“Really sorry.”
“I don’t know what your name is, but you are so totally not funny.”
“Linus.”
“Oh, God. Seriously?”
“Totally seriously.”
“You’re kidding, right? Linus?”
“Does it matter? According to you, we’re already dead.”
“True. So then . . . Linus. Any last words?”
“Give me your hand, Chloe.”
“Can’t.”
“Just do it.”
“Fine.”
“Better?”
“Sweaty, but . . . yeah. Better.”
“Put this in your ear.”
“Can you do it?”
“Sure.”
“Sorry. My hair.”
“I got it.”
“What are we listening to?”
“Give it a second.”
“Oh . . . wow.”
“I know.”
“Oh . . . God.”
“Are your eyes closed?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
“What is . . . ”
“Just listen.”
“’Kay.”
“Chloe?”
“What.”
“My hand isn’t normally this sweaty.”
“Shh.”
“‘Kay.”
“Linus?”
“Yeah?”
“This being your sweaty right hand and all, and me missing gremlins because my eyes are closed, and on the very astronomical chance we somehow survive all this and . . . well . . . is there a Mrs. Linus waiting at the airport?”
“ . . . shhh . . . ”
Hahaha! You sure cracked me up with this piece. I hope they survived and that there’s no Mrs. Linus (were you thinking Benjamin Linus?) waiting. You know its the third strike for me. Daisy’s train and airplane encounter in Plum Blossoms In Paris, and now this one. It sure as hell be fun travelling with you, for you conjure the most enjoyable encounters with strangers ever.
I can never possibly, get tired reading your work. So write more, coz I’m mostly gonna finish your novel today.
Oh man I hate these sort of things. Unfortunately there never seems to be a Chloe sitting next to me to help me through it. I enjoyed reading this.
have to agree with aniket on this one – you know how to travel. i love how this one leaves us laughing and wondering – like that music in her ear – what’s next.
i never talk to people on airplanes. probably missing out on a lot.
Aniket – I was thinking of Linus from the Peanuts. Except here, he was her security blanket. Yes, I’m just that dorky.
Ric – I’m actually a terrible traveler. I’m Chloe, except I’m too frozen to speak.
I appreciate your reading.
Joaquin – Maybe I’ll write a story next time I go on a plane. Or suck on a Dramamine…
I wasn’t sure what was next for them. But damn, I bet that song was good.
So much fun to read..yaay..hope Mr and Mr Linus work out!
Yarghness….typo – meants Mrs Linus