Fight or Flight

He sits at a table in the corner of the McDonalds, lap top open and a cell phone in his ear. He is trying to book a flight, one way. The single piece of luggage, he has is up against the wall. He wears no suit. His business doesn't require one.

 

"No ma'am. I understand but please don't transfer me. I've been transferred three times." He is polite, like they are all polite. They have been trained to be polite.

 

He places his hand over his forehead, pushing the cap back. His hair is short, real short, but the week's worth of growth on his face, tells a different story.

 

The girl walks in from the side door. Hair carelessly clipped up, barefoot. She throws the keys down on the table and sits across from him, placing her hands under her chin.

 

She speaks softly. He talks to the flight agent. She tries to convince him to stay. He doesn't look too convinced.

 

The flight can't be booked.

 

She tries to speak again, a little more clear this time, He talks louder. The explicits drop. The back and forth begins. Hands fly in the air, fingers point. His anger is apparent, the hurt not so much. Her frustration is palatable, the confusion not so much.  

 

She doesn't seem to understand. He's been through too much. He's seen too much. He can't. He won't take crap from anyone. Not even her. He won't apologize for what happened, only the outcome. Pride is a hard thing to give up.

 

She continues to argue her point, not realizing He has given up. Peace has eluded him once again.

 

The conversation dies down. The silence speaks the truth. He's tired of the fight. Right now, He's only thinking of flight.

 

 

 

Author's Note

Just another observation....

Reviews

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Hummmm ... interesting slice of life here. It would serve me better if it were part of a larger story because I have questions. I want to know what his business is because you (the narrator) intimated to me that you knew what his business was. I find myself wanting to know more about their argument.

Perhaps I am just a nosy soul.

[Eagle Cruagh]

I think many of us have died the death '
that this young guy is suffering. He is no
longer speaking to another human, he is now
speaking to a robot who talks back in a
mechanical voice.
Very well done. An excellent write.
-Rated---- 100 %
----Eagle Cruagh