The Devil Went To The Airport
To read the first installment of this fictional saga, please click here.
Winter light glinted on Satan’s stalactite teeth, as he put the taxi in reverse and tried to back out into the interstate. The bumper hit a wall of snow; burning rubber dug them another level into hell.
Sound. It came from everywhere at once, obscured by white. The ground shook, and her screams merged with the bulk of a snow plow. It careened around the stranded car. Or, maybe it went through it. Left them marooned inside a mountain.
When she blinked again, the car was moving, but all she could see was white. Cotton fluff and heavy clouds. Blurred bullets, screeching and screaming by. She squeezed her husband’s hand. Closed her eyes.
Prepared to die.
“Est-ce le chemin de l’aéroport?”
A t-intersection. Satan chose left and dragged his prisoners on a cackling ride around a parking garage at the back side of the airport. Far away from any terminal with one hour until boarding.
“A sign! There. Terminal. Go left.” The couple shouted in English.
Satan didn’t understand English.
“A droit! A droit!” The poor couple didn’t know right from left by that point.
Somehow, after two close calls with snow plows, after three separate crashes into snow banks, after a scenic ride around the back side of the airport, after two accidents and three detours, Satan dropped the couple off at the terminal.
Forty-five minutes until take-off.
He walked them up to the ticket counter, and light twinkled on his fangs when he smiled at the gate attendant. Perfect English.
“I’ll leave these people in your capable hands. You know where they need to go.”
Flames smoldered behind her eyes. “Yes sir. You leave them to me.”
To be continued……….