“Next stop, Lincoln!” The voice over the PA system was relatively crisp, considering the overall squalor of the traveling compartment.
Lionel grabbed his bag, and headed for the exit. A couple people were already in front of him. The door opened, and they glanced the ground whizzing past thirty-thousand feet below.
Lionel clutched his stomach and felt his lunch rumbling, threatening to erupt over central Nebraska. Next time he would have to avoid these budget airlines.
Either that or pack a parachute.
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