After we took off, I saw an angel sitting on the wing of the airplane. I was seated in the emergency row. The angel had wings feathery and white, somehow more intimidating than beautiful. It had a soft golden halo and inhuman eyes and pale blue lips. The angel smiled calmly as it looked ahead, across the sea of clouds. I took out the card from the seat pocket in front of me, and familiarized myself closely with the safety instructions.
Nikolaj Volgushev currently lives in Berlin, Germany, where he writes, programs, and does other things along those lines. Some of his work can be found at https://emerald-dot-publishing.tumblr.com/.