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 . . . ”