(PHOTO CREDIT: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields)
“Airports rank second only to hospitals in kindling hopes and rekindling memories” wrote Venky. “Memories rooted in the head like giant pillars rooted to the sparkling floors. Hopes as capable of making hearts skip an involuntary beat as a turbulence is capable of taking stomachs out of passengers.
The steady stream of passengers striding into lobbies, and scurrying about a maze of terminals is nothing but the roiling cauldron of conflicting emotions that assail the restless mind.”
Venky’s philosophical musings came to an abrupt end as an Aer Lingus flight roared off the tarmac taking to the skies chasing Dublin.
(Word Count: 100)
This story was written as part of the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS challenge, more about which may be found HERE
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I find myself smiling as such slick writing. You’re becoming most masterful, Venky
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Thank you sooooo much! This coming from you has made my day!
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🙂
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Sounds like what an author would be ruminating over while waiting for their flight. Poetic prose.
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Thanks a lot!
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You are welcome.
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Poetic, enjoyable read.
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That was fun, and now Venky is losing his stomach as well?
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Ha ha. Looks like it
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