Roll of the Dice

 

Roll of the Dice

 

“Hon, I can’t find my passport.”

My neat-freak, habitual husband couldn’t find his passport? I dried my hands on the dishcloth and went upstairs, where a multitude of manila folders were spread out across the carpet. Louis’ eyes were glassy with panic. I knew how important this international meeting was to him, so I didn’t make my usual acerbic joke.

“When did you last have it?” I asked.

“When I came back from England.”

“Not since then?”

We searched everywhere: coats, luggage, files. Nothing.

“Maybe someone snatched it off you when you were going through customs…or you dropped it.”

He nodded. He glanced at his watch. “I’ve missed my flight. No use in worrying about it now…except…damn.”

He was lost in details, as always. This meeting was good for his credentials, his future. I went downstairs and made him a cup of tea and reflexively turned on the news radio for the weather. Thirty minutes later they reported the plane crash.

 

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Sascha Darlington

Categories: fiction, Flash Fiction

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4 replies »

  1. Nice. This reminds me of Seth MacFarlane. He was supposed to on one of the planes hijacked on 9/11. He drank too much the night before, slept in, and missed his flight.

  2. Yep, just found this. Like the happy ending. Always choose a happy ending. 🙂
    Of course, you can have a sequel to the unhappy ending–didn’t make it on the plane–overbooked and got bumped. That’s what I’m going to imagine.

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