Third Date
“With my fingers locked in a death grip around the arms of the seat, I closed my eyes tight. My stomach was jumping, twisting in on itself and bringing everything inside to the back of my throat.
Kinsley had already used four barf bags, and was in the bathroom so many times I had lost count.
And so far, this trip was not giving me a good feeling.
“How you doing?” Her gentle voice hummed through the loud buzzing of the airplane's jet engines “I'm good, I just hate flying.” Flicking my eyes around the plane, I was trying to search the faces of the other passengers for fear.
I got nothing.
The man beside me read the paper as usual, a woman two rows up fixed her makeup in a small mirror. The stewardess walked with smooth movements up and down the aisle, asking passengers their drink choices.
But not one hint of fear or uncertainty rested on any other face, it was all business as usual.
“It's just turbulence, nothing to worry about.” Kinsley's fingers swept over my hand, up my arm, and care...ssed the hair on the back of my head.MoreLess
Kinsley had already used four barf bags, and was in the bathroom so many times I had lost count.
And so far, this trip was not giving me a good feeling.
“How you doing?” Her gentle voice hummed through the loud buzzing of the airplane's jet engines “I'm good, I just hate flying.” Flicking my eyes around the plane, I was trying to search the faces of the other passengers for fear.
I got nothing.
The man beside me read the paper as usual, a woman two rows up fixed her makeup in a small mirror. The stewardess walked with smooth movements up and down the aisle, asking passengers their drink choices.
But not one hint of fear or uncertainty rested on any other face, it was all business as usual.
“It's just turbulence, nothing to worry about.” Kinsley's fingers swept over my hand, up my arm, and care...ssed the hair on the back of my head.MoreLess
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