Arrival
It’d been a long flight — middle seat with bumps and wailing babies galore. But she was there waiting and seeing her made those memories disappear like leaves on the breeze.
This is part of Blogshorts: 30 stories, 30 days, 30 words.
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Stevil 
Romantic! Love it.
I was told I was getting a little too dark and twisty.
Nice. Not too sure anyone would make me forget wailing babies that quickly, but I remember a long bus ride (yes … bus) that – after the fact – was way worth all the aggravation.
Long bus rides in the movies are always pictured as quirky and nostalgic. Somehow I doubt that’s true.
Nowadays they have movies, back then they didn’t. And the bus ride itself was not as bad as the 10-hour layover in OKC waiting for the bus south. If my family had answered their damned phone they could have driven there, picked me up, and had me home in less than 5 …
I took a train (seriously) with my kids to see my fiance a few years back – what could have been a ten hour drive ended up being a 24 hour train ride. Guy next to me took off his shoes. Seeing my fiance didn’t erase the memory of the stinky feet. Nice story though. I just read through your blog shorts – very well done.
Oof — certainly not the luxury ride of the Orient Express!! Thanks for coming by!