A Long Way Down

Ray was taller than I expected from the photos on his book covers, and thinner. He looked me over, too, but I couldn't tell what he was thinking. I made small talk while we waited for my luggage, but he was silent.

When we were finally in his truck heading to Whitefish, he cleared his throat. "Well, you've had quite a day, Mary. Twelve hours, three planes. You must be tired."

Read more at Connotation Press...