Day Twenty Three: Traveling: Original
Title: Traveling
Author: acanismajoris or Sako Akarui
Fandom: None! Original
Pairing: None
Rating: PG?
Warnings: dark humor?
Disclaimer: THEY ARE ALL MINE. I CLAIM THEM!!!! My preciouses...
Summary: Traveling home for the holidays sucks
Notes: yay original fic? Head over to Advent Challenge for more stories!
"23 hours, 40 minutes." The man was staring straight ahead, eyes trained on the back of the seat in front of him.
"Excuse me?" Carol asked, looking up from her book.
"23 hours, 40 minutes. I woke up 23 hours and 40 minutes ago, and I still have not arrived. When will I arrive?"
"I really don't know, sir." Carol tried to turn back to her book, but the man groaned. She looked up to see a man with an infant filing into the seats in front of them.
"There was a baby on my last flight. It cried the whole time."
"Don't call a baby 'it'. It's either a he or a she, not an it." He groaned again, and his head fell into his hands.
"I hope this plane crashes." Carol shut her book with a snap.
"Why would you say such an atrocious thing?" She looked around, but nobody seemed to have heard him.
"I don't want to travel anymore. I don't even want to arrive. I want this to be over. If we crash, it'd be over." Carol was scandalized.
"But we'd be dead!"
"I didn't say it was a great solution, just a solution."
"Why don't you just sleep for the flight. It'll be over real fast that way." You'd also not be bothering me, she thought to herself.
"Can't sleep on planes. Or in an airport. I need silence, and a bed. No, we'd best just crash and be done with it."
"Think of your family. Won't you be glad to see them when you do arrive?"
"No, no, no," the man said, shaking his head. "They only want to tell me how much more successful my brother is and ask why I don't have children. And then they drink. Oh... the drinking...."
Carol didn't know what to say to that, so she retreated to her book. The man began whimpering, and Carol felt sympathy for him. As the plane began to taxi, she patted his hand lightly.
"Maybe you can find an ejector button in your seat," she suggested lightly. His face brightened.
"That's such a wonderful thought."
"Well, it is the season for spreading cheer. Even morbid cheer." They proceeded to look for an ejector button of sorts, a sufficient distraction for the first 20 minutes of the flight. They would figure out how to kill the other hours when they got there.
Author: acanismajoris or Sako Akarui
Fandom: None! Original
Pairing: None
Rating: PG?
Warnings: dark humor?
Disclaimer: THEY ARE ALL MINE. I CLAIM THEM!!!! My preciouses...
Summary: Traveling home for the holidays sucks
Notes: yay original fic? Head over to Advent Challenge for more stories!
"23 hours, 40 minutes." The man was staring straight ahead, eyes trained on the back of the seat in front of him.
"Excuse me?" Carol asked, looking up from her book.
"23 hours, 40 minutes. I woke up 23 hours and 40 minutes ago, and I still have not arrived. When will I arrive?"
"I really don't know, sir." Carol tried to turn back to her book, but the man groaned. She looked up to see a man with an infant filing into the seats in front of them.
"There was a baby on my last flight. It cried the whole time."
"Don't call a baby 'it'. It's either a he or a she, not an it." He groaned again, and his head fell into his hands.
"I hope this plane crashes." Carol shut her book with a snap.
"Why would you say such an atrocious thing?" She looked around, but nobody seemed to have heard him.
"I don't want to travel anymore. I don't even want to arrive. I want this to be over. If we crash, it'd be over." Carol was scandalized.
"But we'd be dead!"
"I didn't say it was a great solution, just a solution."
"Why don't you just sleep for the flight. It'll be over real fast that way." You'd also not be bothering me, she thought to herself.
"Can't sleep on planes. Or in an airport. I need silence, and a bed. No, we'd best just crash and be done with it."
"Think of your family. Won't you be glad to see them when you do arrive?"
"No, no, no," the man said, shaking his head. "They only want to tell me how much more successful my brother is and ask why I don't have children. And then they drink. Oh... the drinking...."
Carol didn't know what to say to that, so she retreated to her book. The man began whimpering, and Carol felt sympathy for him. As the plane began to taxi, she patted his hand lightly.
"Maybe you can find an ejector button in your seat," she suggested lightly. His face brightened.
"That's such a wonderful thought."
"Well, it is the season for spreading cheer. Even morbid cheer." They proceeded to look for an ejector button of sorts, a sufficient distraction for the first 20 minutes of the flight. They would figure out how to kill the other hours when they got there.