for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Script.
A cramped cabin, passengers buckled into tiny spaces.
Stewardesses impassively performed the emergency ritual, arms flailing like windmills as a recorded voice delivered its script.
Businessmen read, they’d seen it before. Two nuns listened attentively, fiddling with beads. A child shrieked, attempting to break free. A gentleman fiddled with his hearing aid. A loving couple gazed into each other’s eyes.
Performance over, kits stowed, the stewardesses sat.
Some felt for their safety jackets, while others continued reading. The nuns stared ahead. The child gave up its struggle.
A hearing aid squealed as the loving couple gazed into each other’s eyes.