Story a day: 10.13.16

I got the plague but did not die. They thought I’d die. They assured me I’d die. I even wrote a will.

But I wasn’t done.

I cracked the hospital room window and slipped outside. They didn’t realize how strong I still was or perhaps they would have tried harder to contain me.

It took little effort to blend in after that, what with everyone covering up and wearing masks to avoid the disease. From there, it was a simple matter of booking a flight – any would do – and taking off the mask at 30,000 feet.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s