Every Friday during this blog challenge we will be given a topic, but have to turn that topic in to a story that will be continued on the following Friday. By the end of the month we will have a full story stitched together from each Friday. Today the topic is, “Philadelphia.”
It was Philadelphia, so she HAD to have a cheesesteak… right? Perhaps she shouldn’t have waited until the last minute. Make that the last minute in an airport. Raising the back of her hand slightly to her mouth, she wondered to herself if airport meat was even meat at all.
With a slight burp nodding to the earlier consumption of green peppers and onions, she fumbled for a tissue and prayed the seat next to her would remain empty. Nervously glancing up, she accidentally made eye contact with a 60-something biker sporting a yellowed beard and carrying a bag of salt and vinegar chips.
No, no, no she thought as she reached for the barf bag as fast as she could. Fortunately her quick thinking and clammy white skin made motorcycle man think twice and move along. But triumph was fleeting as the next person in line turned and sat in the seat beside her.
It was this man… this perfect man glancing at her with slightly wrinkled gray blue eyes, who held her hair while she wretched for the first 30 minutes of their flight.
