Today I thought I would post a piece from my short fiction file.
“God Bless Joe Sheridan” is the story of the airplane flight from Hell.
God Bless Joe Sheridan
I’VE NEVER BEEN IN JAIL, but, by God, I’ve done hard time. So have you, if you’ve ever flown coast to coast, shoehorned into a seat next to someone who could be the lovechild of Carrot Top and Casey Stengel.
You know the type. They talk incessantly, but make sense very rarely.
It was on a flight from San Francisco to Washington, D.C. I thought it was going to be a pleasure trip: see the Smithsonian, admire the classical architecture, shake my fist at Capitol Hill – all the usual stuff. Then I saw “him” trundling down the aisle of the Boeing 7-something-or-other jetliner.
“Uh oh” I said to myself. Why do bad things happen to, basically, nice guys?
I was in the window seat and I knew in my heart that, with this whole airplane to pick from, he was going to end up next to me.
The tip-off was the fact that his carry-on luggage was a cardboard box tied up with kite string.