Daydreams of: Purgatory

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

12 thoughts on “Daydreams of: Purgatory

  1. 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 :)

  2. Ah, this was lovely. Great response to the prompt. (Do they show Castaway on flights? Got me thinking. . .) Thanks for linking up.

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