“But the weirdest thing was,” Joe
continued, sitting on the couch, “when the plane landed, there was no one on
board.”
“Okay, stop,” Louis said,
shoveling dinner onto their respective plates.
“This already sounds like the plot from The Langoleirs and you know
how I feel about Stephen King. If this
is leading up to one big Stephen King troll, you’re going to wake up with
boiling ravioli in your sheets.”
“Hey, come on, bro, I’m
serious! I watched that entire thing
from the window. Cops went into the
plane, they came out, no one came with them.”
“And the pilot?”
“I could see that clearest of
all. No one was sitting in that
cockpit. You think it had something to
do with… you know, all that stuff earlier today?”
Louis looked at his calendar. December 21st, 2012.
No comments:
Post a Comment