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Her flight was canceled.  Again. This would make the fifth time in as many hours. Determined to remain cool, she set her sights on the departure boards. Maybe she could get another flight out of this God forsaken town. At this point she didn’t care where she went, only that they wouldn’t be able to find her.

She witnessed a scuffle near the ticket counter, policemen were questioning the clerk, who seemed rattled. They knew. Without hesitation, she grabbed her carry-on, leaving the other bags behind.

Calmly walking out the doors, and signaling the closest cabby, she made her escape.


June Writing Prompt – Signaling the closest cabby, she made her escape – Day 20/30

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