and why write about it?

Because it makes for a good feeling.

*

Three women worked behind the counter of power. Industrious. Dedicated. And eyes of coal.

The first acknowledge the name/body was on the roster. Proof flashing before the mind.

“You are not allowed.”

Since when?

“Two weeks ago the manifest was filled.”

(denied)

The second woman was not so nice, fire flashed from her eyes.

(denied)

The third was the worst, as she laughed and turned her back.

(denied)

A flight full of passengers. A best friend already booked, packed and ready to board his flight. A good flight to a good place.

The fourth was not a woman. He was another best friend. A man from another world and time. A man limbless. No arms. No legs. A magician with a keyboard and a butt.

He tried to help. He had too. The other three combined and imprisoned the helper.

They are all passengers on the same flight.

I wonder? What will they do when they see the face off their pilot?

And, in humor/smile/laugh

i don’t need any means of transportation.

it is good.