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.
Beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep!
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……….
People don’t take trips . . . trips take people.
John Steinbeck
In this case, that’s true, Robert.
The root of the entire problem is snow. Nothing good ever comes of snow. Oh, and you still can’t get me! Ha!
Some good things come of snow. You’ll see.
Snow way! You have to be kidding me.
“Ancient evil is awaiting there at the doorstep to hell . . .”
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This is raising the hair on the back of my neck!
It did more than that for the fictional couple, Karen.
For some reason the fact that he hid his perfect English creeps me out way more than fangs and sinister driving methods.
That was a nice touch, yes.
Now that you are safely ensconced in cheeso whiz land, we can all enjoy the travels from Hades tale. Looking forward to hearing the tale in person with appropriate hand gestures, shrieks, gnashing of teeth,wailing, etc. Now, get those doggies a mushing.
How do you know I am safe?
I have my sources in cheeso land.
You’re spending far too much time with Satan and Death.
We’re done with the cab driver, though. For now.
But who would Satan choose as his minion at an airport? Itching for the next instalment, Andra!
That’s easy, the TSA!!
Ain’t THAT the truth!
What a sinister turn! You do go to some interesting places, Andra!
This one has been more frustrating than anything, Debra. Lucky 2013 to you and yours. xo