Four hours. That was the lay over time. Long enough to be tedious, but not enough to go out and see anything worthwhile in this way station of a city.
The first flight was fine. No drama at security and a smooth takeoff. There was even enough time for the forgettable snack of honey roasted peanuts.
The second flight would be different. At night with a long distance over the ocean. Nothing to see but shades of indigo, gray, and black. The morbid part of me wants to watch the opening part of “Cast Away” while the rest of me just hopes to sleep through it all without any noticeable turbulence. But for the next four hours I am stuck in a little forgotten island of my own full of overpriced snacks and transient wanderers.
Nothing to do. Nothing to see. Unplugged and disconnected. The only thing I have for the next four hours is the time to look into myself and decide if I like what I see.
Four hours.
A lifetime.
For the Trifecta Challenge
Bravo! That is outstanding.
You’ve captured the experience perfectly.
Thank you.
I’m a people watcher so those 4 hours would be fun for me. But I’m abnormal. Good story.
What’s normal?
purgatory indeed
Ouch. Nothing to do but reflect on one’s self? Brutal. Very well done!
Thank you.
Funny: “the morbid part of me wants to watch the opening part of “Cast Away”” I wonder why we do that to ourselves. I don’t know if I could handle four hours of introspection…that would feel like a lifetime (especially if I didn’t like what I saw
I don’t know why we do it. Maybe to prove that were stronger than we think? Or maybe to lessen the impact or the real event in comparison?
Ah, this was lovely. Great response to the prompt. (Do they show Castaway on flights? Got me thinking. . .) Thanks for linking up.
Nicely done. I find it’s the fourth hour that really kills on those flights…