Flying Towards a Heroin Den

Date: 12/3/2017

I got in a fight with my husband because he was brushing another woman’s hair. I sarcastically scoffed, “okay, whatever, comb her hair, I’m going to the car! “ Feeling exposed, he retorted “fine, but good luck finding the car since you don’t know where I parked!” He stayed back and continued to dote on the woman. I thought how I was going to have a hard time finding the car like he said and considering I wasn’t feeling well, I wasn’t looking forward to the walk. So instead, I decided to fly there and I laughed to myself at how easy it was to just flap one arm as I laid on my side and glided about 4 feet above the ground. I was flying at about 10 mph, so I should find the car in no time, I thought to myself. Problem was, I made a wrong turn and I found myself in the city streets which were tight corridors packed with people. The stench was rancid due to the innumerable homeless people, mostly IV drug users and mentally ill, packed in like sardines. The air reeked of disease and necrotic skin, body fluids and sewage. I work in a prison irl, so kinda like that for those familiar. They were in rags and sickly looking and I was headed right toward them. I waved my hand to bring my body to a stop and was able to turn back.