Essays in Existentialism: Flight II
Could we have more of FLIGHT? it destroyed me.
Previously on Flight
“So I just have to take charity cases for you to visit,” Abby teased as she hugged her daughter tightly in front of the airport.
People came and went, not caring at all about the reunion occurring on the curb. But to Abby it was everything. She hugged her daughter so tight she thought she’d leave marks, though she didn’t care about that at all. It was rare and new and tenuous, and so she clung as tight as she could while her daughter wasn’t much better.
“And promise me dinner,” Clarke taunted, surprising herself as she hugged back just as tight.