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The Lark

The Magic Of Flying

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“Would Madame like some water?”

The flight attendant looked directly at me. With each Lilipudian-sized bottle of gin she served, she reminded me of more and more of Bewitched’s Aunt Clara.

I pulled out my earbud and scratched at my graying beard.

“Sorry?”

I’m not especially hung up on gender honorifics, but calling me “madame” was a bit of a surprise.

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The Lark shares fictional short stories and poetry

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Bob Merckel

Bob Merckel

Editor: Counter Arts | Reader, writer, not so much arithmeticker. English teacher/language consultant in Barcelona and Provincetown.

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