Romance
345 Words
Later that evening, as I get out of the shower, I hear my phone vibrate. I'm going to see who's talking to me at this time. It's a number I don't know. I open the SMS.
If you want to see your loved one again, go to hangar 70 in the Tourrades zone. Come alone of course. I'm watching you, don't tell anyone, or Sam will be there!
I feel dizzy. So Sam is alive...and held prisoner. But by whom? I do not understand. If it was removed a month ago, why am I only getting this text now? It doesn’t matter, I just say “I’m coming” before putting on jogging pants and sneakers, if ever, I need to run away or run or just be comfortable.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Toronto Pearson. Trans-Canadian Airlines apologizes for the flight delay. It is currently 3:55 p.m. and the outside temperature is -9 degrees. We kindly ask you to remain seated until the aircraft has completely stopped, to keep your seat belts fastened throughout the maneuver, and not to turn your cell phones back on. Be careful of falling objects when opening the luggage compartments. We hope you had a pleasant flight, and thank you for choosing our company. Connections for Edmonton 4:50 p.m., Chicago 5:05 p.m. and Montreal-Trudeau 5:20 p.m. Trans-Canadian Airlines and its entire crew wish you a great day and happy holidays. »
As the plane slowly continued to park, Manu turned off his computer with a sigh. His article for Archi'Tech could wait a little longer. Wasn’t he on vacation? He stuffed his things into his bag, ran a feverish hand through his mop of blond hair, wrapped his scarf around his neck and put on his thick coat. He was ready to rush outside. Unfortunately, he wasn't the only one who wanted to leave the plane first. The plane had barely stopped when many of the passengers stood up hastily. They retrieved their luggage from the overhead compartments, creating a traffic jam in the middle of the passage.
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