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His Soul Lives in the Air Rebecca clicked up the volume on her ASMR podcast, trying to drown out the flight attendant’s safety brief, but scalp-tingling soundscapes weren’t settling her racing thoughts today. The creak of tacky seats, the weird little knob overhead that streamed air directly into…

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His Soul Lives in the Air Rebecca clicked up the volume on her ASMR podcast, trying to drown out the flight attendant’s safety brief, but scalp-tingling soundscapes weren’t settling her racing thoughts today. The creak of tacky seats, the weird little knob overhead that streamed air directly into her eyes, the seatbelt twisted across her thighs—she was beyond overstimulated. Fighting tears before the plane was even moving, and not only from impending grief. https://www.metastellar.com/fiction/flash-fiction/his-soul-lives-in-the-air/?utm_source=bluesky&utm_medium=jetpack_social