“Scout to ground. Scout to ground. Come in please.”
The tiny plane fought to make the last turn for landing in the driving rain at the Lihue airport. The Hawaiian storm had appeared suddenly and attacked violently. Dwight Scout tightened his seat belt against the buffeting winds.
The airport was empty. All the employees had gone home to save their families. Scout thought he saw the runway lights and headed down. He never saw the hotel.
People, some in nightclothes and some naked and in pieces, lay strewn among the coconuts on the ground.
© Kathryn Atkins 2007