Hugh Hamilton
The plane's interior, Hugh discovered, had a delightful air of whimsy about it, mainly due to the strangely unsettling bright grey colour scheme and the carefully arranged baggage down the aisle. But perhaps it was due to the gorgeously lush scenery visible through the cramped windows that stretched out into the distance like an ever-growing droplet of green paint in a pool of fresh spring water. But, then again, perhaps not. Hugh manoeuvred towards the cockpit and carefully stepped inside.
1 comment:
An idiot chapter even by my standards.
Post a Comment