No Scratching During Takeoff!August 4, 2009 at 7:39 pm | Posted in writing | 12 Comments
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The sign blinks in front of him. No rude bits. Hmm he thinks hitching his pants gee I wish I’ld remembered to buy a belt.
He practised smiled at the beautiful woman who took his boarding pass. He had only seen them before on billboards, in the colourful dresses and he hoped that one was the one that brought the food.
Flying was an odd concept to someone who had spent a lot of his life in water. He’ld seen birds of course, of all varieties, little pecky ones, loud cranky ones fighting over scraps, bloody big ones too, swooping across the rising sun. He wished he had remembered to bring some kind of a marking device, a glyph or quill, griffin. No no alcohol he said, thanks, remembering to smile at the strange robotic device offering him drinks.
He wondered what she would wear. She wouldn’t tell him and she wouldn’t send photos. He looked at the watch the old man had given him leaned back and wondered where the echidna had gone.