We must all be voyeurs at heart but, surveying the waiting area, I see no one else people watching like me.
A middle aged woman scurries past carrying the group coffee haul.
A family of five desperately attempts to redirect the youngest before the situation descends to tears.
Then his eyes.
They meet mine across the noisy space. Maybe there’s a smirk dancing over his lips; caught in the act as we are.
Like tunnel vision, I see nothing else.
Someone pauses before me, an imprint on the outskirts of my mind.
I peer around the figure but he’s gone.
Word Count: 100
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Maybe he was a mirage, a creation of tiredness?
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Maybe, we may never know
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Waiting room well captured.
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Thank you so much
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Wishful thinking perhaps? Intriguing.
My FriFic tale!
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Maybe! Thank you for reading!
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A look that will haunt her on the plane journey… if only…
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True, thanks for reading Iain
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Everyone is a voyeur at the airport, A kindred spirit but maybe he just moved on.
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Both good points, hopefully she moves on too. Thank you for reading.
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Oh, that’s sad. Eyes meeting across a crowded room – that’s supposed to lead to something. I hope she ends up sitting beside him on the plane. Great story.
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Thanks Margaret!
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Perfect description of two voyeurs having a meeting of the minds. The moment is electric.
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Agreed and thank you for reading
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You are welcome, Kelley.
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Very well-captured.
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Thank you!
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Oh no. This brief moment of a meeting of minds, hear flutters a bit, and then it’s gone. That’s so well described.
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Thank you so much!
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Oh, please let them be on the same flight, maybe in connected seats! Surely the story can’t end there 🙂
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We’ll see! Thank you!
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