The Nice Thing About Strangers

Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.

Weight Weight…Don’t Tell Me

Hagia Hagia Sofia, Istanbul, Turkey, travel After Easter…


The Nice Thing About Strangers

Waiting for a three a.m. flight after their vacation, the couple weigh themselves on an airport baggage scale.   She giggles before stepping up on the square silver platform. Her husband takes the coat she removed, a puffy beige one with fur lining, but she remains in her black boots with heavy gold buckles. She stares at the changing digits and laughs boldly when the numbers settle on her score. Winking at her husband, she accepts his hand as he helps her down.

Then he takes a turn himself. She peers over his shoulder. When his weight displays they both grow still, look away from each other as he comes down. He assists her in putting on the coat, taking a glance at his stomach when she turns her back.

This bold misuse of the baggage scale begins a trend. It sets off a curiosity among the bored travelers resting in…

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This entry was posted on April 21, 2014 by in Travel.

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