Airplane At Night

23 01 2018

Hallidd's Weblog

Airplane At Night

I went out with my father to fish one night. A small plane flew above our heads. The moon was soft and yellow like butter. My father cleared his throat. The smoke from his cigar twisted into the cool night air.

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