Its been one of those weeks and because yesterdays post was practically non-existent, I bring to you a little fun fiction from the Write4Ten prompt: Airplane Restroom.
As she sat on the toilet regretting the curry from the night before she heard the ding as the ‘fasten your seatbelt’ light came on, she knew that any minute now someone would knock on the door and tell her to return to her seat. Would it be inappropriate to shout back that she was too hungover & too tired? She was regretting getting carried away in the airport bar when the flight was delayed, she closed her eyes for just a second, that was better, why did they make the lights in the airport loo so bright?
When she had finished her ablutions she stood up, probably a little too fast, and looked in the mirror. She leaned on the sink and shook her head, damn it god, I wish I could look in the mirror and see someone much more graceful looking back at me or at least let me live in an age when pale, slightly plump with crazy curly hair is a desirable look! She came over all queasy and decided to sit back on the loo and rest her eyes a little more.
She was woken by a man shaking her shoulder, “miss…miss…are you ok? You shouldn’t sleep in the sun, your complexion.” Her head had fallen backwards and her mouth was open with a smidgen of dribble just working its way out of the corner of her mouth, “erm, sorry” she mumbled as she leant forward and wiped the sleep from her eyes and the dribble from her chin, she was wondering how long she had been asleep for and how this man had gotten into the loo.
She could feel the sun on her, how did she get outside?, and squinted up at the man.
“miss, are you ok? You look confused, do you know where you are and what year it is?” She had only been sleeping, and yes she looked a sight for sore eyes but really, she tried to stand but was still feeling dizzy, “miss” he prompted her, “Oh for god’s sake man, its 2012! I’m not a bloody fool!” she said as she started to take in the features of the man currently half holding her up. He had the deepest sea blue eyes she had ever seen and as she looked into them she thought she would sail away. A frown appeared and he said, “miss…its 1497…I think you need to get out of the sun…”
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