Can — Catch Me If You

From the tarmac, Frank watched the jetway retract. He wasn't on that plane. He was already three steps ahead, heading for the rental car counter with a new alias forming in his mind. Doctor. Lawyer. Co-pilot. The truth didn't matter. Only the chase.

Here’s a short piece inspired by the rhythm and con game of Catch Me If You Can : The airport terminal hummed with the low thrum of fluorescents and tired footsteps. Frank Abagnale — or was it Frank Connors today? — straightened his borrowed pilot’s tie and glanced at the departure board. Flight 702 to Miami. Boarding in twenty minutes. He had the uniform, the confidence, and a forged Pan Am ID that had already passed three casual glances. Catch Me If You Can

The game was still on.