Nellija Ločmele

I awoke in the lone darkness of the tent, not sure what bothered me more — the freezing temperature of the February night or the loud howling that sounded like coyotes roaming the mountain. I reached for the phone; it was almost two. Five more hours until sunrise.

She came very close, ready to attack. “You wanna kill me? Go ahead! I will kill you,” the woman yelled in a low, raging voice. The man went silent. His request to lower her voice over the phone had turned her to wild hostility in a matter of seconds, and he apparently was not willing to take it any further. The few other passengers onboard stayed quiet, like the chill of air conditioning had frozen them.