YOUR HEART WILL DOUBLE AS A FLOTATION DEVICE

He sees the woman of his dreams in the self-serve ticket line at the airport. She’s not at all what he expected her to look like. He’d always thought she’d be some bombshell, an absolute knockout. This woman is about the most plain, understated person he’s ever seen. Grey, short-sleeved shirt, tight enough to show off at least a C-cup by his estimations. She has a slight paunch, possibly late adolescent, baby fat or a slight chance she’s actually in her second trimester. She wears those loose-fitting, black pants that stop mid-shin and a pair of flip-flops, showing off stumpy toes coated in dark purple nail polish. Her long, blonde hair is knotted into one large ponytail that finds its way onto her C-cup occasionally.

Again, not at all what I expected in the woman of my dreams, but at this point, while his plane spirals out of the sky in flames, he figures he should take what’s across the aisle from him.




-SLL