One Man

He’s eating leaves on a fancy glass plate.

It’s simple, quite like my thoughts when I see his face for the first time. Business class seating has nowhere near enough space for a teenage girl and a sex offender. Of course, he doesn’t know who I am, and eyes that I expect to leer simply pass over me as he turns to face a closed window.

“Hello.” I’m playing with fire, but like a pyromaniac, I want to know why someone so dangerous can look and feel so normal.

I am ignored, because I am not made of billions, because I am not like the beautiful vulnerable people he takes advantage of. For the first time, I am happy that I can fly under the radar, that I am not drawn into the tangible worth and status that swirl in the air around him.

The next time I speak we are on the ground, the plane rumbling along, a far cry from the smooth flight in the skies. His life is about to get a whole lot rockier too.

“You know, when we touch the ground, you are going to be arrested.” He finally whips around to stare angrily at me. He knows what he has done is morally wrong, but reminding him of the truth only yields resentment.

“Shut up!” It’s a voice of guilt and shame pooled into one, but only because he knows I know about his wrongdoings.

“If you don’t die, Ghislaine is going to kill herself.” I smile and practically run off the plane before the shock on his face turns into anger.

Jeffrey Epstein dies of suicide on August 10, 2019.