“She holds the black moulded armrest all the way up, seeing ground recede like a backwash tide. The airstrip becoming insignificant and scurrying. Houses and roads and fields obscured lightly as if behind a veil of milk. Power lines change angles with their shadows, obscure geometry. Down there, cattle move slow as stones.”
A short story about a couple who move to the desert. With a helicopter. Published and performed by Liars’ League. Read or watch online here.