Saturday, October 6, 2012

Forty minutes to transfer terminals

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:

Anonymous said...

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...