Friday Fictioneers – Outbound Plane

(Author’s note: And now, life begins. Secured housing, have job, wish to travel. Writing is still going to be late, though…but not as late. Still tiring waking up at 4:45 to get to work by 5:30. Here’s FF!)

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© Roger Bultot

Outbound Plane

Lin looked across the marbled entrance of the airport. 250 steps to security.

Two suitcases, ticket agent. 150 steps to security.

“Reservation?”

She hand the ticket over. 150 steps still.

“Seattle it is. Checking luggage?”

Shake of a head. 150 steps. C’mon…

“Have a nice flight, ma’am!”

Quick moving. Get past security, everything is safe.

Lin got in line. 30 steps to security.

“LIN!”

Panic. 10 steps. Load the conveyor, get the shoes off.

“LIN! You get back here right now!”

Walk through the scanner. No beeps. 5 feet to freedom.

“LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!”

She grabs her things, looks back at her tormentor, and walks to her outbound plane.

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Friday Fictioneers – Lonely Girls

(Author’s Note: Happy New Year a few days early! 2017 should yield a lot more from me, depending. Here’s today’s fictioneers!)

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©Shaktiki Sharma

Lonely Girls

by Miles H. Rost

Marina looked like a lost rich girl among the steel and neon of the area.

“So, what are you doing here?” a blonde waif asked
“I’m waiting for my boyfriend…”
“On Hooker Row? Likely story.”
“Wait, you think I work down here?”
“You’re here, right? Girls don’t come here to wait for boyfriends.”
“He said he’s coming from work. He’d be here in 10 minutes.”
“Where does he work?”
“He didn’t tell me where, but he seems important. He drives an expensive car.”

The waif laughed.

“Oh, you’re sweet. You’re going to be quite a catch. He’s a pimp, y’know.”

Marina’s face blanched.

Please…let that not be true…

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