Bjorn Howard Von Possel
art by Van Peñaserada
Last Flight
Bjorn Howard Von Possel
Close the door after you finish. He grunted as I sat down in front of him. I might not be able to.
Just let me set-up my phone. I started. How would you like to start?
I’ m done, he said, as he lit another cigarette. He coughed his lungs out after the first puff but regained his composure as he continued breathing it in.
I know I’ ve said it before but this is gonna be the last time. It’ s not that I’ m tired. I’ m sick of it. The saving the day and all the whining and the screaming of
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