Arthur’s smile cracked. His skin flaked like burnt paper. Behind him, the other passengers began to fade—not into nothing, but into real people again. The woman in 6D blinked, her throat whole. The man in 6B groaned and rubbed his neck.
Or had she?
Only Arthur looked the same. And he was smiling now. suspense digest june 2019 part 2
Seat 6D, a young woman with noise-canceling headphones, didn’t flinch. Seat 6B, a florid man snoring softly, slept on. But Arthur in 6C went rigid. His jaw clenched so hard Eleanor saw a muscle jump in his temple. Arthur’s smile cracked
The man in 6C—Arthur—looked up.