I heard scraps of their conversation, something about how disgusting I was and how rude we were.
‘She’s just a trashy broad,’ the woman said. ‘And she poured alcohol on me. I can feel it. Disgusting.’
‘She should have just asked nicely,’ the friend said bluntly.
‘Yeah, but I paid for that flight too,’ she grumbled. ‘I deserve comfort, too.’
‘Some people just think they’re better than everyone else,’ her friend said.
They walked for a while longer. And as the food cart made its rounds, the woman accidentally hit my husband’s seat as she shifted for food.
‘I’m sorry!’ – She said loudly.
‘You actually apologised?’ – Her friend giggled.
‘Yes,’ said the woman. ‘Because I don’t want a piece of hot salmon falling on my feet or God knows what else.’
Alton grabbed my hand and laughed.
But you know what? For the rest of the flight, her feet didn’t come down from my husband’s seat.
‘That was something,’ Alton said, shaking his head, laughter dancing in his eyes. ‘You really showed her.’
‘I’m just tired of people thinking they can do whatever they want,’ I replied. ‘Especially when it’s so obviously disrespectful.’
The rest of the flight passed without incident. When I turned around, the woman would glare at me now and then, but I just smiled and pretended not to notice.
As we started to descend, I saw the woman reach for her bag and noticed that it was wet. Her face turned crimson and she threw me a look that could have melted steel.
I only smiled weakly and looked away.
‘I’m going to take a shower first,’ Alton said. ‘And then we’ll climb into our bed.’
‘I agree with you on that one,’ I agreed with him.
When we landed and it was time to disembark, she walked past us, angrily muttering something to her friend. My husband and I leisurely gathered our things and let the crowd disperse before heading for the exit.
As we stepped off the plane, I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me.
Sometimes a little petty revenge is just what you need to get your point across.
As we walked through the terminal, the tension of the flight melting away with each step, Alton put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him.
‘You know, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a small Crystal,’ he said with a note of laughter in his voice.
‘Well, desperate times call for desperate measures,’ I replied.
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After a few long days of grieving, I was ready to collapse into my bed. I was six months pregnant and emotionally drained from my grandmother’s funeral.
The funeral was hard, but it was a farewell to the woman who had been my support throughout my life.
‘Are you sure you want to leave today?’ – Mum asked as I packed my suitcase. ‘You can wait a few days if you just need to sit with this loss.’
I smiled sadly at her.
‘I know,’ I said. ‘But I need to get back to work and back to Colin. You know my husband can barely manage without me.’
‘I suppose it’s a good idea for you to be in your comfort zone,’ she said. ‘But Daddy and I have decided that we’re going to stay the rest of the week to deal with Grandma’s house and finish up all the things that need to be done. I know Daddy can’t wait to get home.’
‘I just wish Grandma could see the baby,’ I said, rubbing my stomach with my hand. ‘It’s what I’ve wanted all along.’
‘I know, sweetheart,’ my mum said. ‘I wish you and Grandma had a moment like this, but it’s okay, honey. At least you were here at the end of the day when Grandma needed you most.’
Now I was standing in long queues at the airport. I hated flying, but flying home was so much easier than driving. I couldn’t spend twelve hours in the car if my bladder was fighting me.
But finally I boarded the plane, ready for the journey home to my husband.
‘I’ll take this, ma’am,’ the flight attendant told me, holding out my bag.
‘Thank you,’ I said as I settled into my seat, my body craving rest.
‘Oh, I hate flying,’ the woman next to me said. ‘It’s the worst. But I also hate driving. I should have just stayed home.’
I almost laughed because I was in complete agreement with her. I hated the turbulence that comes with flying. It made me feel uneasy and anxious, like I was losing control with every jolt.
But still, as I sat there, ready for the plane to take off and take me home, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but for creative purposes it has been fictionalised. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental and is not intended by the author.