Fiction
Paper Planes
It all started with a simple, whimsical idea.
Paper planes and high places.
“Adam, are you doing anything this afternoon?”
“Well, I’m at the office right now,” he said.
“Do you still work at that big building in Akasaka?”
“Uh, yeah. Why?”
“You think we could get to the roof? Sneak out for an hour?”
He considered it.
“Yes,” he said. “I think we could do that.”
I bought some A4 paper from a local stationery shop. A calming emerald green. Just beautiful. I hefted it to Adam’s office building in Akasaka.
He met me at reception.
“Delivery,” he said.
The receptionist nodded and gave me a visitor’s pass. We jumped in an elevator.
I looked out at the buildings and the traffic.
“You think there’s a girl out there for me?” I asked.
“Out where?”
“You know, out there.”
I took my time. Folding. Creasing. Getting it just right.
“Maybe. Probably. Statistically? Definitely.”
“Hm.”
