The Plane Trip
Copyright©1993 Evans and Savidge
by Vaughan Savidge
There was a good 3 minutes before the plane took off -
"Let them wait!" she thought to herself in what she imagined to be a regal way. Warming
to the idea of 350 other passengers sitting there wondering what the hold up was
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She chose a new book by a favourite author. Cherise Chundar had always moved her
imagination with her lifelike characterisations of bronzed, chisel-
The first class purser was very courteous -
"Most dreadfully sorry" she said diplomatically " terrible traffic getting here". But the purser knew she must have checked in earlier, or the plane would not have been held.
She took her seat -
She woke up several hours later and read her book for a while. The person seated next to her disturbed her when she was only 15 pages in.
"Good, is it?" he asked.
"Not bad," she smiled "although I must confess there's a bit here I don't understand."
"What's that?"
"Well" she continued " the Italian count has just met this rather tarty girl -
"So?"
"Well I thought the word was ravish."
"You could be right. But then ravage means to lay waste."
Diane thought about it for a moment before deciding to continue her reading. Only another eight hours before she would be back in her beloved Hong Kong.