The Captain looks like you, a spiral notebook man, loose blonde curls and self-tanner. He asks if anyone has questions and I ask back, “How much does a Vodka Collins cost?”
There’s turbulence rumbling thunder in my stomach, working its way to my throat. The clouds spell a name in Spanish. Through a crease of light I see Brazil and what our unborn child would have looked like.
Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State. His writing appears widely in print and online at such places as PANK Magazine, Anastamoo, The New Flesh and also http://lenkuntz.blogspot.com.