In a black suit, with his box of ashes clutched in his arms he boarded the plane. This wasn’t how he imagined Christmas would end up. Unopened presents still sat under the tree at home. A plethora of plush for his new born daughter, and diamonds for his wife. They were supposed to be opened when they got back, just thinking about home made him choke up.

He placed the box of ashes on the seat next to him. The woman next to him gave him a dirty look when he buckled the box in.

“That should go under the seat.” She venom of annoyance in her voice.

He punched her in the face.


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