Short story: The Dart, by Miro Bilbrough

Short story: The Dart, by Miro Bilbrough

A lacework of crosses and dashes notched the counter person’s fingers and hands as I watched these elegant inky gloves tap in my details and issue me a window emergency exit-row seat, never mind that I am short. Her tatau, she explained, was a malu pattern signifying shelter, protection and connection to her ancestors. Cultural respect! she summed up, statuesque in her green-and-black koru print uniform, to which I silently added, Female agency!…