Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
In the flight from Prague to New York, the pilot mentions it’s a great view of Greenland out the right of the plane. All the window shades are lifted, sometimes with aisle-seat-sitters reaching over sleeping window-seat-companions so they can take a gander at the mountains below. Seventy-year-old women stand on the center block of seats. No one seems interested in keeping their cool or glancing idly off to their right. Everyone is straining to see around neighbors. However, they only find grey mists below with some snow and snippets of clouds. The sightseeing lasts a few minutes, and then the passengers go back to their proper places, but then the mountains appear to those who have been patient. Greenland arrives just as many have lost interest.
Alas, they heard you weren’t green.
–In the plane