But he found none, for their arduous journey had come to its
fated end, lost forever in the frozen crystal bits.
* * *
Once the plane reached cruising altitude, William reclined his
seat and closed his eyes, musing over an idea that had flashed in
his mind the instant Matthew had asked for his promise.
Now, after dozing on and off through half the flight,
half-consciously dreaming up the specifics of his new plan, he
was ready to put down the particulars. He opened his notebook on
the tray table and went to work. He drew various boxes and
connected them together. He penciled his name in the uppermost
box, and filled in the others.
A flight attendant appeared at his seat. "Sir, you slept through
the meal. Can I bring you a snack or a beverage?"
He looked up from the chart. This was cause for celebration.
"How about a Sassy Screw?" he said, a little embarrassed saying
the cocktail's name, but in want of one just the same. He
continued drawing, completely filling the page with little
squares and lines.
The flight attendant returned and placed the drink on a napkin
beside his notebook. As he put the finishing touches on his work,
a few bubbles fizzed from his drink and settled on the page,
staining it with tiny dots.
As he stared at the little dots speckling his work, an awfully
funny thought entered his mind.
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