Crash-Landing - Excerpt

"Despite my irrational misgivings, it started innocently enough- the anticipation of small pleasures, a visit to the theater to be followed by a late snack and drinks; the strangely silent bus ride up the ice-bound avenue; my wind-propelled race cross-town, bone-chilling but stimulating, as if I were on ice skates rather than an earth-bound pedestrian-. But once I spun through the revolving door into the lobby of the Innovation Theatre Club and stood facing the box office, from that moment on, I knew that I had walked into something! Nothing meant to maim. No, something closer to a sand trap. The fall guy stumbles, slips, takes a pratfall, but breaks no bones, has nothing to complain about afterwards without sounding petulant."