Friday, October 30, 2009


"Excuse me, comrade."

A man with a bunch of faded carnations, God knew what they'd cost him but he had the eyes of a romantic and he was past the age when he could afford to lose a good woman even if he couldn't afford the flowers either.

"Yes?" I answered.

"Is that the Moscow plane, just in?"

"That's right, comrade. Flight 96. She's a lucky girl."

"They were all they had left"...