I awoke and tried to open my eyes but found that they were taped shut. I couldn’t move my mouth, and my hands felt to be frozen in wet towels. An ache radiated from the wrists up to my shoulders... [+]
Gregory Fodero is a fiction writer based in Boston, MA. He writes primarily screenplays and short fiction, some of which he hopes readers find funny.
Colleen sat in the window seat of the second row of first class, watching the jet bridge tremble slightly each time a passenger stepped from it onto the aircraft.
Four hours earlier, as she was... [+]