“Take a good long look,” said the US Marshal next to me as I gazed out the airplane window. “You’ll never see this place again.” Underneath the jacket folded over my arms, I could feel the handcuffs cutting into me. “Your last plane ride.” I could taste the satisfaction in his words.
“Don’t be too sure,” I said. “How about loosening the cuffs a little.”
“Guess I can do that,” he said, and he opened them up a notch. “Gum?”
“Ah … Juicy Fruit,” I said, echoing the Indian in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. But I politely declined the offer and watched as he peeled away the foil from a stick and slid it into his smug orifice.
“They’re going to fry your ass,” he said with a grin.
I watched his mandibles work the gum as he continued to grin at me. “Did you know,” I said, “that maitotoxin has an LD50 in mice of only 50 nanograms per kilogram body mass?”
For some reason, he didn’t grin for the rest of the flight home.
Submitted for Friday Fictioneers. 🙂