Pashovsky Airport_On the Road Again_Green Over Yellow Bricks_An Idyllic Bike Trip Goes Bad
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Pashovsky Airport
Pashovsky AirportJuly 27, 1996 ~ Pashovsky Airport, Krasnodar, Russia Lauren had booked a flight on a newer plane, a Russian YAK-40, instead of a train from Moscow to arrive in Krasnodar as fast as possible. Lauren waited in the gate area surrounded by sweaty passengers, tobacco smoke, and cheap perfume. The waiting passengers pushed against her and made her squeeze her satchel into her body and grip the lock on the front flap. It contained everything she needed, notarized, and apostilled dossier and certified documents, all held together by a shiny brass clip that Renée had given hwww.onedoor.ccer for good...
On the Road Again
“How about some Willie Nelson?” Christine’s dad asked while popping a cassette tape into the van’s radio. He had just picked her up from school and were heading back to the apartment where they stayed. She was relieved. It was the third school so far this year and she hadn’t really made any friends she thought were worth keeping. It hadn’t been a surprise either since she heard her father talking to someone on the phone about the heat last night. Guess I won’t need to study for tomorrow’s test after all, she thought. She didn’t have much to pack. They were rarely in any one spot long enough t...
Green Over Yellow Bricks
“Keep running! Don’t look back!”Clutching the fur of her small dog closer to her rapidly beating heart, the young girl looks over her shoulder to spot her companion in dark robes trailing behind her, trying not to stumble and fall.“I said don’t look back!”“Where are we going?! Why can’t we take your broom?!” The little girl wailed.“The broom is gone! I had to set it on fire so they couldn’t follow us with it!”“They’re FLYING MONKEYS! They’re already following us! Wouldn’t the broom be faster?!”Her companion doesn’t answer and it only adds to the panic set in her heart from all of this running....
An Idyllic Bike Trip Goes Bad
Caution: Use of foul language.Clunk! The tires of the airplane touched down on the tarmac at Palermo in the mid-morning. I was feeling groggy after several flights from the U.S. with longish stopovers. Palermo was my final destination and marked the beginning of my planned bike tour in Sicily. Such tours have become my favored getaways for years. I am an attorney specializing in medical malpractice and lead a very stressful life. This trip was intended to help me relax and certainly not to get involved in the melee that I am about to describe.On arrival at the airport, our group, numbering a d...