On a flight from New York to Los Angeles, Aisha Thompson sat in seat 22A, by the window. She was a 32-year-old Black…
1. The Papers on the Steel Tray At dawn, the halls of Seattle Grace Hospital smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee.Elly Hart lay…
1. Room 12B Morning on the thirtieth floor of St. Gabriel Hospital began with a thin, paper-flat light creeping through a fogged window,…
1. The Night That Smelled of Burning Metal The plains wind blew cold, cutting through the rows of corn crushed flat as if…
1. The Crash It began with the sound of metal being torn apart from the inside out — the kind of sound that…
On the Denver morning when the wind blew clean and the mountains looked close enough to touch, she woke before her alarm. Lena…
I forgot my passport. A trivial detail, as small as a paperclip, but one that could drag my entire Paris business trip down…
The wreckage of Flight 228 lay like the broken skeleton of a leviathan across the frozen plain of Wyoming’s Bighorn Mountains. The crash…
David Miller, a 35-year-old software engineer American from California, was sitting on the flight from Washington D.C. to Tokyo. He was flying this…