But that’s not what happened. He had said his name and he lost all control. His voice reminded him of mowed lawns and garden hoses. He taught him how to ride a bike by taking him to the top of a grassy hill by his house. “I’m right behind you,” he whispered in his ear before giving him a push. He felt wild – out of control and travelling way too fast – but he was doing it. He was riding a bike. The euphoria was addicting and he let out a whoop. When he reached the bottom fear caught hold and he wanted stop. Now. So he squeezed the brakes and flipped. He was still at the top of the hill, not behind him like he had promised. Hollins should have known in that moment who he really was.
The flight attendant hit the back of his chair with her drink
The flight attendant hit the back of his chair with her drink