Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Cessna

Part 37 

She had no clue, why would she suspect that destiny had the death card under her sleeve and would play it. She after all felt entitled to happiness. 

Newlyweds shouldn't part from each other for extended periods of time. Fresh happiness is at times devoured by the thirst of others. 

He had logged many hours, but he hadn't flown solo this far. 

This nondescript dirt road in El Departamento de Nariño, en la Selva Colombiana, that doubled as cocaine runway was far as hell from the arms of his freshly minted bride. 

He was excited to prove his wings, after all he was now head of the household. 

Silver with red and blue pinstripes, twin prop Cessna 421, it got as much local coverage as the disappearance of Jimmy Hoffa. 

It's was on the news from Halloween to the New Year's, but to no avail the airplane and its novice captain vanished. 

In Amelia Earhart's backyard he reincarnated in local folklore. 

"The kid with wings and the silver bullet never to be seen again."

How could destiny rob her of him. Was she destined to be alone. 

These sad stories she told me in an attempt to justify her rope tricks.

I'm not buying her agony, maybe she was into girls from day one and on day two she decided that they where prettier tied up. 

To be continued. 

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