April 27 Murder at French Air control tower

on Wednesday 27 April 2011

Emil and Zoe lay on their stomachs behind the fence, it was late June and the ground was still warm. The trails from the aeroplanes divided the sky into temporary sections, their outside edges growing less precise and solid as they watched.

' Let's try and go in'. Emil turned, his face alight towards Zoe, ' there's no one about, it'll be easy'.

They smiled at each other knowing how the conversation played out, a touchstone for them to seal their friendship, identify his bravery and her protective nature.

' If we do, and we get caught, you'll be the one they will take to the police, I will be the one they wrap in their coat and offer me a handkerchief to dry my eyes'. She rolled onto her back and pointed towards a full Airbus coming into land.

' Where do you think that has been ?'

The question hung in the air for a moment before dissolving like the clouds above. Emil was on his haunches now, tossing a small white stone from one hand to the other. The shadow from the plane raced towards and over them, like being scanned at the supermarket.

Silently Emil leant towards Zoe and kissed her forehead. She was cold to the touch yet her eyes flashed towards him. ' Why did you do that? '

He had no answer and shrugged his shoulders before skimming the stone towards a tiny lizard sunning itself on the heat of a rock.

' They say the man in charge of the Air control tower can see fifty miles in every direction ' Zoe said as she closed her eyes, ' What do you think of that then Emil? '.


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