ACES HIGH

by B. G. Smith

I removed my suitcase and backpack from the trunk and was greeted by the agent.

“Full tank?” the young man asked.

“Yes.”

“You’re going to receive a survey. If you could mention my buddy, Nate, I’d really appreciate it.”

My puzzled look was met with an explanation. “Nate lost his mother recently.”

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Ace.”

“I got you, Ace.” I said.

He smiled.

While waiting for the shuttle, I typed: Nate and Ace were extremely friendly…

I gave Ace a thumbs up across the lot.

He put his hands together in a prayer of thanks.

And smiled.

A CHANCE ENCOUNTER

by B.G. Smith

I sat in the boarding area, chewing on a breakfast biscuit before my flight. A young man wearing a ballcap backward said, “Thank you for being a pilot. I’m proud of you,” and disappeared. My “thank you” between bites was unsuccessful. I found “Chance” at another gate and thanked him for his kind words.

“My dad was a police officer and took his own life,” he said. “You never know if your words may make a difference to someone.”

We took a selfie and said goodbye.

“Maybe I’ll see you again in this life,” Chance said as I walked away.