In our continuing coverage of the work of Russell Bittner, we now present the second chapter of the novella Something Special. Click here to read chapter one, or continue below:
Not even two weeks later, I’m sitting next to Angie as we begin our decent into San Francisco’s international airport. She snores like a marmot, her head wedged in between the headrest and the window and about as far away from mine as she could possibly have put it. I might, of course, take advantage—but I’m no dentist; which is to say, I like mine alive, alert, fully conscious. Still, I can appreciate skylines as much as the next guy, and San Francisco’s got a good one. I lean over Angie to look out the window, but get bogged down in the scenery most immediately below. My-oh-my… buttons have been popped in the eagerness, I suppose, of firm young lungs to breathe some California air. The view is breath-taking—yet not so overwhelming that I fail to notice once again her honeyed scent. The smell—dare I say?—is divine.
Click here to read chapter two.
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