Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Flash Fiction

It was midnight when she arrived at the airport. She'd been flying for thirteen hours straight, all she wanted

was to go home and see her husband. It had been nearly a month since the last time they had seen each

other. She went to baggage claim and got her luggage. Finding a taxi seemed next to impossible so the next

best thing was walking. When she went out the exit, she saw her husband, roses in hand standing in front of a

car. Living in New York City though, of course they didn't own their own car. He had rented it, just to pick

her up at the airport. Once she jumped into his arms she knew that every second she had been away from

him was worth it, because she got to feel his love again.

Once they got in the car surprisingly the traffic wasn't that atrocious. There were only a few cars and the

 lights were working in their favor, a usual thirty minute drive with traffic seemed like it was going to be an

 easy ten minutes. The next right and that brought them to the upper east side, where their apartment was.

"You head up, I'll grab the bags," he said as they pulled into the parking garage. As she walked to the

elevator  she smiled at her neighbor as he was walking to his car. The next thing she could remember was

 seeing the inside of a dark room. She panicked, trying to move her arms around to feel anything in her

 presence, her wrists were tied together. She screamed, but her scream echoed. "Where could I be?" she

thought with panic to herself. The only thing to do is try and find a way out, so that's what she did. It was cold, and there was a draft coming from in front of her, she walked forward, five steps, before a ear piercing scream came out of her mouth, and she woke up on the plane. "Fifteen minutes to landing," she heard over the speakers.

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