25
Change Of Plan
I snapped awake in the airport seat, slumped low. I straightened up, checked my hair. Checked my face for drool. Glanced around me. Looked at the time.
Philippe still wasn’t back. I felt like I’d been dreaming for hours, but it had only been minutes. The gate was pretty much full now. Someone had taken Philippe’s seat behind me. A woman had sat herself next to me and was reading an erotic novel. A couple of cute young Spanish kids ran past me, laughing, not a care in the world other than chasing each other round and round the seats. Across from me, a young couple entertained their young baby wearing a sky-blue onesie. The dad held the baby up in the air while the mum tickled his feet. The baby giggled and kicked with glee. Happy as a pig in the brown smelly stuff.
Rig
