Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
He’s just over 21, I know this because the flight attendant checked his ID, but he still looks like a young boy with his unkempt hair and his red tennis shoes. He’s in the aisle of the center row on the International flight, then there are two empty seats, and then there’s a pretty, young, blonde South African girl with whom he has been attempting conversation since take-off. She chats back easily, and he hunts for things to say. She mentions wanting a glass of wine on the flight, so when the time comes he purchases a single-serving mini bottle of red and offers her a glass. He proposes an inaudible toast and they tap their plastic cups together. He also takes a glass of orange juice, which he’s using it as a chaser. He can barely get himself to drink the wine. He turns away to cringe after each tiny sip. Yet, it bolsters his confidence just a bit, and he moves one seat closer to her. They watch the in-flight movie together and give their reviews at the end. Later, she falls asleep and he stares at the overhead compartments, quietly proud of himself for speaking up, quietly rehearsing what to say next.
–Over the Atlantic.