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The story so far is, Sadie, born and raised in Australia, found her grandma's diary after her mother's passing. Intrigued by the diary and her mother's German background, she's on her way to Germany to meet her family over there.
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I let out a big sigh. The couple next to me is awake, so I
take the opportunity to get up and stretch my legs. As I wander along the aisle
and to the toilets, I keep my gaze firmly on the ground. After spending the last
hour reminiscing my time with David only to curse him for leaving me because
I’m apparently not mature enough (highly overrated anyway, if you ask me), I
don’t really feel like finding Toby and
have some guilt dumped on me as well. I look up for the toilet signs and curse some
more as they’re all occupied. I do some quick maths in my head – I’m leaning
against a seat in row thirty-eight, three seats each side, four in the middle ... nope,
it’s not working. My head’s aching from the lack of sunshine, fresh air and some
decent food. Point is, though, eight toilets (or are there some hidden ones?)
are just not enough for an airplane this size.
When I lean back to check the “occupancy lights” again, I bump into a
hard chest.
Thank you all for your support and kind comments.
I do appreciate each single one of them!
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Is that why he left her, or is that why she thinks he did? I need to go back and re-read!
ReplyDeleteThat's what he said .... :-)
DeleteThe past is in her thoughts, but I think she just bumped into a hard chest that might be her future. :)
ReplyDeleteIt's a bit eerie sometimes, the way you've figured out my story before I've written it :-)
DeleteThanks for stopping by!
Hey Gem, you stole my response! :-) Exactly what I was going to say...
ReplyDeleteLOL - ditto what I replied to Gem ;-)
DeleteThanks for stopping by!
Very good... you create a great sense of bleary-eyed frustration & claustrophobia.
ReplyDeleteThank you ... it's a bit like that when in a plane to long, isn't it :-)
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