Note: hang in there readers. Sometimes I enjoy endulging myself in a tiny bit of fiction and showing off.
When I walk past the woman the third time, I make the connection.
Her clothes are rumpled from what appears to have been a long travel day, and now with more to come, thanks to the announced delay at the Orlando gate, the outfit will have to hold up a bit longer. It’s to be my final leg home. Who knows where she goes from Philadelphia?
Back and forth I’ve hiked to the ladies room for that one last visit just to make sure, to the kiosk for a bottle of water so I won’t be held captive to the undependable whim of the flight attendant onboard and to the observation area to watch planes take off and land assuring me that the entire airport itself has not shut down due to bad weather. It is on my final stroll down the carpeted hallway that it dawns on me that I would be that very woman years ago, and I like what I see very much.