The Flight

“Hush! Hush! Go! Go away! Don't you come near me.".

"Ma'am, we are only trying to help. Please! Just listen.”

"I just want to fly. Is that so difficult to understand? My husband is waiting for me. Shh! Shhh! Shhhh!”

"Ma'am, this is the Airport. We will get you a plane. Then you can go meet your husband. Are you with someone?”

“Do you know? He makes the most wonderful chamomile tea and the lemon cakes are just lovely. Little pieces of heaven, he calls them. Ah! my sweet Bob.”

“Yes! Yes! We will take you to your Bob. To your chamomile tea and your lemon cakes.”

“Shhh! Shhh! I can’t hear him. Oh yes! Oh yes! I am coming. I am going to fly, dear. Open your arms, now. Yes! Wide open! Catch me on the other side.”

“Thudd”

Reviews

[GreenShoes]

I was rather engrossed in the story, but to be honest, I didn't understand the ending.

[Priya Tyagi]

This is again flash fiction. A story of a woman who is having a psychotic episode at the airport. Her husband recently died and she has having hard time dealing with this truth. Probably, she is standing at the edge of the balcony at the airport. May be, she is a schizophrenic who can see her husband calling to her from down below and telling her to fly and come to him. In the end, she just jumps to be united with her husband.
I guess, I should probably write, "Step up away from the edge, ma'am". That might help people understand the ending. But, I want the reader to fill in the missing pieces that is one of the purpose of writing flash fiction. :D