She tugged at his jacket. ‘Put it on later.’
He snatched his bag from the tray and shuffled after her, clutching his belt.
A tinny voice announced: ‘Final call for flight ...’
‘Geoff, come-on!’
‘I’m coming.’
‘We’re going to miss it!’
‘We’ve got fifteen minutes.’
‘That’s when it departs, not when they close the doors. Hurry up!’
They half-walked, half-jogged through a shopping mall masquerading as a departure lounge, reaching a corridor that seemed to go on for forever.
He slowed to a walk, panting. ‘Forget it, Sandy. We’re not going to make it.’
‘Geoff! Come-on.’
They started jogging again.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words
1 comment:
Rob - Oh, you've captured this experience very well. This is why I always travel light, wear slip-on shoes and so on when I go by air...
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