A Quiet Night on the Bay
Poetic prose telling a sinister story
The pilot flew the twin engine plane in the darkness without lights, he
was ten minutes away from his landing spot at a local farm. He was
two trips away from becoming a millionaire and he was looking
forward to retirement. He was thinking about umbrella drinks and bikinis
when both engines sputtered and caught fire.
The pilot took out his cellphone and called the crew leader at the
rendezvous point. It was the last call he made as the plane crashed
into the bay.
The next night, Joey stood by the starboard rail of a stolen cabin
cruiser as Rico searched for the wreck of the plane with its bricks
of heroin and cocaine.
After a wait that seemed to take forever, the bubbles from Rico’s
scuba gear appeared by the boat. “ about damned time.” Joey
muttered, as Rico threw the plastic wrapped bricks onto the boat.
Rico had gone over the side with a net to carry the bricks to the
surface if he found them, the net was full, but he had a few more
