Plane

 

They were flying in his small private plane, and they were arguing.

Well, she was arguing, and he was just glowering. And piloting the plane.

She was intolerable at best, and a monster at worst and he could not remember why he married her in the first place.

He glanced over at her hateful profile and asked, calmly, “Would you rather I was dead?”

She turned her head, and, looking deep into his eyes, whispered, “Yes.”

Staring at the now-empty pilot’s seat, the door flapping in the wind, she suddenly realized she did not know how to fly a plane.