Twenty bucks, the man looked down at his shoes and spit. Perfect day for flying, good weather, nice wind. Too bad it's so hot. Yeah, too bad. September'll be here soon though. The couple shifted on the balls of their feet in unison. She wiped her face underneath thick framed sunglasses and he could see her blink through the lenses. Quick and uneven. It seems a little dangerous, you know? It's so small and we don't really know, her voice trailed off. Her husband did his best, he reminded her of Marvin, how he had said that it was a good day for it. Good wind dontcha think Marvin? The pilot had wandered back into the shade, the wing of the plane cast a shadow on the grass and the back of his shoulders. He nodded and went back to staring at the runway. A plane came in from just below the clouds. Small at first, but getting closer. The woman looked at it, as if it's safe arrival would have any bearing on her decision. It bobbled a bit, seemed to slow down, and finally touched the pavement. Once, twice, and it was down. But despite the landing, she had already made up her mind. Probably as early as the idea was originally mentioned. No amount of convincing or safety demonstrations was going to get her into that plane. They made a comment about it being hot and said they'd be back, but that didn't make any sense to Marvin and he just waved them off. They were going into town and he knew that it was for good.
Probably for the best. The woman looked like the kind that once up there, wouldn't shut up. The kind that asked too many questions without listening to the answers. And that was the kind Marvin did not want to have in his plane. He unfolded his chair and sat down. A car was coming up the paved road parallel to the runway. Marvin took a drink and wiped his lips. They tasted like sweat and iced tea.
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