A few seats remained open toward the back. People hoisted their luggage into the overhead compartments and mothers dealt with squirming toddlers. Margaret moved to an aisle seat matching her ticket number. She wedged her bag into the compartment above, shoved her purse under the seat, and sat. “Hello there,” said the older woman next to Margaret. “Do you mind if I trade places with you? My knees aren’t as good as they use to be and I didn’t realize the seats would be so close together. I can stretch my legs in the aisle when people aren’t going by. “ “Yes. I can do that.” Margaret stood up and traded places with the woman. A floral scent wafted when the woman sat back down. Margaret stifled a sneeze and bumped into the sleeping businessman next to the window. He slept on. At least I can’t see out the window. “Please fasten your seatbelts and place your trays in the upright position…” Margaret bowed her head and whispered a quick prayer. “Did you see that fine looking man who took the seat a row ahead?
What do You think about The Cork Contingency (2015)?
