Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
The man in the seat in front of her is restless during the flight. Watching movies, shifting in his seat, opening a book, closing it, writing something, stopping. She’s just received a warm coffee and it is at the mercy of his movements. So she holds it hovering an inch off the tray table. She’s reading a book, warily she sets down her coffee for page turns, then lifts it again. She wears a half-smile the whole time.
Between the space in the seats, she watches him leaning to unlace his shoes, to open the airplane blanket, to gaze at the magazines, to study the emergency exit card, to move for no good reason. Finally, he spills his beer on his tray. She’s grateful that her coffee will not suffer the same fate. She takes a slow sip, as if it is also important not to finish the coffee quickly only in an attempt to save it. She will, instead, savor it. And she remains patient with him, smirking and sighing, like her neighbor is a dear child who just doesn’t know any better.
–Flight to Vienna.