It was a tiresome wait.
My meetings had been draining and all I wanted was to get back home. However, my FreeFly Airlines flight was two hours late. As I sat at my gate, a posh gentleman came and sat next to me. He greeted me and spoke in a polished accent.
“Flying FreeFly eh?”
I nodded.
“Bad choice. See, they are never on time. I’m flying AirSuperior. They really are superior. Better seats, crew, planes, better timing…”
Right then there was a news flash on the TV:
AirSuperior flight explodes midair.
The gentleman got up and walked away wordlessly…
Word Count: 100
Prompt:
Friday Fictioneers 21 June 2019
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