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Another prompt from AW. This one was on people sitting next to you on plane trips.
6.
I was traveling alone - not my first time - and was sitting next to a woman, a girl, really, that I'd never seen before in my life. There was nothing unusual about that; I almost always found myself seated next to strangers.
They weren't usually crying, though. The girl wasn't sobbing, but tears were running down her cheeks as she stared at the seat in front of her. The oddest part was that she didn't seem particulary upset, as the tears came independent of any other outward sign of emotion. The only other thing the girl was doing was clutching the armrests with all her strength.
I reached out to touch her shoulder. "Um... is there anything I can do to help?" I asked. She jumped, as if I'd startled her, and turned eyes a shocking shade of green on me. For a long moment, we stared at each other, as I tried to figure out what the subtle wrongness about her was. Finally, she turned her gaze back to the seat.
When she spoke, there was something very strange about her voice. "No. My thanksss, but no. I sssimply do not enjoy flying." The way she drew out her 'ss' made her sound like a snake...
I spent the rest of the flight feeling like a mouse sitting next to a cobra.
6.
I was traveling alone - not my first time - and was sitting next to a woman, a girl, really, that I'd never seen before in my life. There was nothing unusual about that; I almost always found myself seated next to strangers.
They weren't usually crying, though. The girl wasn't sobbing, but tears were running down her cheeks as she stared at the seat in front of her. The oddest part was that she didn't seem particulary upset, as the tears came independent of any other outward sign of emotion. The only other thing the girl was doing was clutching the armrests with all her strength.
I reached out to touch her shoulder. "Um... is there anything I can do to help?" I asked. She jumped, as if I'd startled her, and turned eyes a shocking shade of green on me. For a long moment, we stared at each other, as I tried to figure out what the subtle wrongness about her was. Finally, she turned her gaze back to the seat.
When she spoke, there was something very strange about her voice. "No. My thanksss, but no. I sssimply do not enjoy flying." The way she drew out her 'ss' made her sound like a snake...
I spent the rest of the flight feeling like a mouse sitting next to a cobra.