Gliding Flight. Anne-Gine Goemans

      Gieles looked at his arm, which was hanging through the bars at a strange angle. His hand was all splotchy.

      ‘Before I forget,’ said Super Waling, trying to look cheerful. ‘The second part of Ide and Sophia is in my bag.’

      Gieles opened the bag. The story was inside a red folder between the cans of grape soda. He also saw two pairs of binoculars.

      ‘Something to read to kill time,’ he joked, wincing in pain.

      In the adjacent room they could hear a door being opened followed by the buzzing of voices. ‘The wedding guests,’ Super Waling observed hopefully.

      ‘Let’s call them.’

      ‘Hello,’ Super Waling said weakly. ‘Can you hear me?’