Traum-a

‘…flight to Las Vegas is now boarding. Please have your boarding passes and passports ready.’ Announced the tannoy. I put down my copy of “Dante’s Inferno” and grabbed my bag. ‘Mr Underhill?’ Called out a tall, burly airport security officer with piercing grey eyes. ‘Yes?’ ‘You need to come with us.’ Another airport security officerContinue reading “Traum-a”