(Please click for my February 12, 2013, dVersePoet Open Link Night 83 post–somehow the link for this post was activated as well as the correct one which is for “The Corpse”.)
As I step off the plane which brought me to London, I notice my seatmates trailing behind me. One I’ve identified as a minor criminal from Chicago; the other is an unknown, older woman in tennis shoes. I pause in front of a floor-to-ceiling window and they pass on.
The sun is rising. Its rays spread across the sky and illuminate the shiny metal skin of the 747. For a brief moment, I am able to forget my unpleasant assignment, but the return of my odd companions sets me on edge. I quickly lose myself in a crowd heading for the exit.
(Photo by Rich Vosa, Friday Fictioneers, February 8, 2013.)