For the clouds above were black. Across them there passed in single file a flight of gulls, livid white against the leaden background, holding on their way with the authority of owners, having rights, and means of communication unknown to us, an alien, a privileged race. But where there ...
one of the lawyers in the firm, was on a no-fly list, and sued to be removed instead of going through the TSA process. He won after finding all the people named Daniel Crane in the state and putting them in the audience, then at a dramatic moment asking all the people...
And it had positioned itself between me and the other one. Maybe its partner planned something heinous behind its back; their cunningness was a staple of the stories. So what under the leaden sky did they want with me? Then I caught a glimpse of his partner, just standing there, panting...