Flights Of Fantasy
In skinny jeans and a halter top, a goddess appeared.
Their eyes met.
Till the entrance. Till the baggage screening. Until the check-in queue, he followed her.
She collected her boarding pass. He was peeping.
I’d prefer 36B – he blurted.
Sir! But this flight goes to Delhi, not Mumbai.
His face dropped.
Walking away, she chuckled.
The poor guy!
Deboshree
September 4, 2011 at 4:22 pm
Sangfroid
September 11, 2011 at 4:42 pm
I am sure it isn’t as straight as it appears to be 36B?
priyadarshini joyce
September 4, 2011 at 4:26 pm
You have an observant eye
Sangfroid
September 11, 2011 at 4:43 pm
I love love love this..
sam
September 5, 2011 at 10:03 am
Sangfroid
September 11, 2011 at 4:43 pm
Hahaha…awesome!
siddharthajoshi
September 6, 2011 at 10:00 am
Sangfroid
September 11, 2011 at 4:47 pm
Enjoyed the read
And it reads like this actually happened with you or somebody else
Kunal
September 8, 2011 at 3:40 pm
Thanks!
And yes, it happened with somebody
Sangfroid
September 11, 2011 at 4:48 pm