An essay by Molly Young featuring oblivion, a stranger reading Sally Rooney, and a flight to San Fransisco.
Wonderful. Thank you. Perfect in itself yet also reads as the beginning of a longer story. Hope so.
“The flight attendant glanced around—to make sure I wasn’t hiding my child in the seatback pocket?—and retreated with an air of being unconvinced but with better things to do.”
Lol. Loved this
Wonderful. Thank you. Perfect in itself yet also reads as the beginning of a longer story. Hope so.
“The flight attendant glanced around—to make sure I wasn’t hiding my child in the seatback pocket?—and retreated with an air of being unconvinced but with better things to do.”
Lol. Loved this