salt in a lake

the pilot banked hard left while i was reading a book and i was disoriented when i looked out the window and saw sky where the ground was supposed to be. i’m grateful i didn’t become sick all over my business casual slacks.

ten minutes later the pilot banked even harder to the right and this time, with the ground in site, i scanned for surface to air missiles or anti-aircraft artillery. either he was practicing his defensive maneuvers or that sprite on the rocks i saw him drinking as i boarded wasn’t sprite at all. i’m grateful the man sitting beside me didn’t become sick all over my business casual slacks.

it was so hot i told the girl at the counter i wanted a drink with the highest ratio of ice and she asked if i’d like the tangerine frappuccino and i said sure even though a frappuccino is a very mysterious sounding name for a drink, like the joke is on me. i got a few odd stares when instead of drinking it i poured it down the front of my shirt.

just thinking of salt water makes my skin shrivel into itself like on a bad horror film.