“Don’t leave me here!” I shouted and waved wildly at the seaplane as it floated away with a roar and spray of salty water.
I was standing on a twelve-by-twelve floating dock in the middle of the Indian Ocean. I had survived twenty hours trapped on planes — forty-five minutes of that on a seaplane — and then me and my bags had been abandoned here. My brain and mouth felt fuzzy from recycled air and plastic plane food.
Weekly Quote for Week-15 2017 ~ A Torch Against The Night