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Short Stories Non-Fiction Returning Home
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Returning HomeThis story may contain adult content. |
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| Written by Robert Quintin Penn | |
| Monday, 11 February 2008 | |
On August 15th of 07, I flew out to see my brother, Jonathan, in Salt Lake City. I had a wonderful time out there, and I would love to return. I had to return home in order to finish scheduling for school on the 21st so. I will relate to you what occurred that day.
At about 0600 HRS on Monday the 20th, I left with my brother for the airport. I had my ticket, and my bag was checked in. Now I was waiting to got through security. As I waited, I saw a beautiful young woman going through the checkpoint. As I recall, she had blond hair, and was wearing a dark blue shirt, faded blue jeans, and she was wearing a belt that looked like it was a M36 pistol belt. Then I watched as she walked away. “I'll probably never see her again.” I thought, as I took my last glance at her.
So I made it through, and checking my watch realized that I had but a few minutes before the flight took off. I began to run with a tall guy in a business suit to my right. We made it just fine, and we actually had a few more minutes than I thought. Looking down the aisles for a good seat, I noticed that everyone was sitting at a window or on the edge. All the middle seats were open. “Why don't they just slide over and make it easy for me?” I thought to myself slightly annoyed. It was then that I spied a woman sitting by herself. “May I take a seat here?” I inquired. She got up without saying anything and I quickly took the window seat.
About this time I saw the last of the passengers boarding. And who do you think I saw? That's right, the girl from the security checkpoint. “Well it's nice to see her again. I wonder what seat she'll take.” Then to my utter amazement, she sat right next to me. At this point I was keeping my eyes straight ahead and trying not to appear alarmed. It was easier than I thought, since I was slightly tired.
The flight took off and I watched the horizon glow dimly as I listened to Shine On You Crazy Diamond by Pink Floyd on my iPod. “The moon and the stars are still visible, and the sun is coming up. Plus I have the Floyd. How cool is this?” The song ended and I turned back to find the young lady asleep. “Oh God.” The thoughts running through my mind just from seeing a hot teenager of the opposite sex, possibly the same age, and in a deep sleep, where quite obvious. Fortunately I was able to keep my mind off of her while I read through that cheap Sky Mall magazine. Still I kept looking at her every few minutes.
“Aw damn. The things I'd do if this plane was empty...NO! Keep on playing A Link to the Past. What's more important? Fantasizing about secular temptations, or saving Hyrule?” It worked. For now.
We landed in Phoenix after a short two hour flight. I watched her walk away. “I'll never see her again. Oh I miss her already.” It was sad seeing her disappear into the sea of people. I had an hour before my next flight. Using what money I had, I went into one of those mini books and magazine shops and bought a copy of Popular Mechanics and some sustenance. Opening it, I saw a ten page article on the top ten worst airplane accidents of the last fifty years. Not good.
The plane I boarded was painted like a killer whale and had a Sea World theme to it. I took a window seat again and waited for the six hour flight to commence. A Mexican woman and her son sat down next to me. We began flying for a while when he took out a laptop computer and started watching Scrubs. All this time my thoughts kept returning to that girl. He put away the laptop. I took my chance.
“Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” they quickly stood up to allow me out. I walked to the rear to the vacant lavatory, setting my watch's timer for ten minutes. Within five minutes, I had joined the Mile-High Club: Solo Aviators Division.
I returned to my seat quite satisfied. The flight was quick and I quickly met my family in Raleigh. Thus ends the tale.
Comments (5) |
 02-15-2008 12:12, I love it man! You’re very brave for posting this. I wasn’t expecting the “climax” of the story to be like that. “Mile-High Club: Solo Aviators Division” that’s a classic. » Reply to this comment... » See all 1 replie(s)  02-17-2008 08:56, Heh... I liked this one very much. It's very well written, and quite... interesting. It was a cinch to read. I understand why some people might hesitate in posting a comment, but I still encourage them to write one up because Quintin's writing deserves some praise. » Reply to this comment...  02-23-2008 00:27, Ahaha I like this line: solo aviators division. Good stuff » Reply to this comment...  03-07-2008 11:29, definitely didn't lack imagination!! we knew this to be true already, as one cannot become a solo aviator division member without one... » Reply to this comment...  03-07-2008 11:35, My friend worked as an air steward, one day she notices the toilet door ajar, she opens to find a older man in a compromising position (solo aviators division).She thought it was funny, his wife didn't. Brave work 1800. » Reply to this comment... |
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