Not-so-Microfiction: Layover by Elizabeth Schechter
“I’m sorry, sir. There are no other flights tonight, what with the storm.” As if to punctuate the young ramp agent’s sentence, there was a deep rumble of thunder that rattled the windows behind her. Her name tag said her name was Samantha, and she frowned slightly at her computer. “The soonest I can put … Continue reading Not-so-Microfiction: Layover by Elizabeth Schechter
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