She missed the plane. The steward was there, right in front of her. He stared at her for what must have been 10 minutes, as she did not find her QR code to fly. He was there. And she was right in front of him, sweating, panting, fidgeting.
Her heart sank like a pebble in cold, calm waters, when the gate closed. Almost no noise heard.
She’s now cold, controlled. She walks back, she exits. A thought for what could have happened on that day, over there, where she was flying. But that’s another land.
She makes her way to H. It is a small village near the airport, where she will be able to spend the night. All friends and family thought of her as being on that flight. Above the clouds. But there is no difference. Like high on a plane, in the sky, where there is no reception, no connection, she is alone and quiet for a moment.
In that hotel room, where she laid towels on the floor, and she wore all of her clothes to keep warm – she didn’t know how to turn the air-con off – she is frozen in time, and free, from everyone. No noise heard.
Photo by me.
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