I try to ignore the laconic gazes as I twist and apologize my way to my assigned seat. They do not care that I ran as fast as I could the moment the wheels touched down. They only want the sky, the comfort of home, or the welcoming embraces of waiting lovers. Shunned, I am one of them yet. Squeezing in between jaded strangers, it's easy to ignore the overly optimistic safety demonstration.
I have my tray table up, and my seat back in the full, upright position. Now, bring me that horizon and the life I put on pause.
YOU ARE READING
This Heart Got Teeth
Short StoryDrabbles. Flash fiction. Shorts. One shots. Call them what you will. Conatined here are stories that come and go quickly, passing in barely the span of a blink. Catch them if you can.
