Flight Delay

If it were between a root canal and airlines, Ariana voted for dentists. Instead she watched the carousel. The suitcase lay open on the conveyor belt. Her intimate possessions exposed.

The drooling biggest loser had been disturbing. The plane odors gagged. The life story of the mid-life crisis drilled into a migraine. She shuddered. Would he be here? Offer help? Her heart hammered, her breathing faster.

She scooped the remains up. Airline gorillas had shattered the latch. Flight delayed, she was hungry, tired and frustrated. Ariana sniffled. She tried not to cry.

Someone grabbed her from behind, kissed her. Jack.

(100 word flash – Challenge)

 

Stranded

“Flying the friendly skies” is a bit of a jest when you spend your summer nights sitting. On the ground. In a darkened airport. A blast of air conditioning almost strong enough to fly a kite blowing down the concourse. Thousands of miles from home.

It gives you time to read. Think. People watch. Wait for the gate attendants next announcement in Pidgin Mumblese. Surprise! Your gate’s been changed. What’s this? The fifth time? Continue reading