We sit shoulder to shoulder in the cramped cabin, buckled into our tiny spaces.
A crew member goes through the emergency procedure, her arms shooting forward then out the sides. A group of young men, already in the party spirit yell ‘I must, I must, must improve my bust!’
Businessmen sit reading, ignoring. They’ve seen it so many times. Three nuns listen attentively, fiddling with their Rosary beads. A child struggles and shrieks, attempting to make a break for freedom
A honeymoon couple, oblivious to the stewardesses dire warnings gazes into each other’s eyes. An elderly man fiddles with his hearing aid and shouts to his wife’s embarrassment ‘she’s mumbling’
Another demonstration ends. She packs away her kit and takes her seat for yet another takeoff.
Some continue reading, others probe under their seats to ensure they do have a safety jacket. The nuns stare ahead and the child gives up its struggle. The old chaps hearing aid whistles and the lads shout for drinks. The loving couple havn’t moved an inch.
For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers where the photo s provided by Yarnspinnerr