I’d lost her somewhere in the crowd. I hated airports and this was the reason why. There were always too many people who seemed to have too little sense. Why do people at airports insist on running about in a frantic state?
I tried to peer through the crowd in the hope I could catch a glimpse of her tangled, frizzy hair. It usually stood out wherever we went, but not today. There was too much craziness outdoing her crazy ‘do.
Damn it! I’ll never hear the end of this. She hates flying and I was the one who had convinced her it was a good idea.
I can hear her voice now, “Well done Husband! And don’t for a second think I believe you lost me!”
No, I won’t be able to stand the not so subtle accusations. I will find her. I have to find her. God, I hope I find her.
This flash fiction piece was written for the 103rd FFfAW weekly challenge.