Flyover State
Sep 11th, 2025 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Sebastian and Miranda scurried out of the shade to their makeshift white board, a section of ground where they’d used branches and whatever detritus was at hand to spell out the word, “HELP!” But the passenger plane was too high and too fast to notice them amid the long expanse of nothingness that constituted their home.
They both sighed and trudged back to their seats. Sebastian took a sip of his coffee while Miranda crunched down on her avocado toast.
“I don’t think anyone is coming to save us.”
“As long as we have NPR on the radio, we’ll survive.”