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October 16, 2007

Michele: Delay

His flight is delayed an hour.

One more hour of peace. One more hour of not being one insult away from tears.

I walk the concourse and enjoy the silence of this small airport. Soon I’m standing in front of the Southwest terminal looking at the departures, the same place I always end up when I’m retrieving Brad from a trip.

Portland. Home. Something stirs in me, like always.

This time the stirring is stronger.

Without looking back at Brad’s terminal, I purchase a one way ticket to Portland.

He’ll be mad.

But his anger is no longer my problem.

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Comments

Great story Michele. Sorry I didn't notice you were using 'Brad' before I posted mine. He gets around I guess!

Posted by: Rick at October 16, 2007 5:58 PM · Permalink