DELAYED - a story in a hundred words

DELAYED

When my flight is seriously delayed, I phone Ellie.

She’s furious. “How could you? We’re meeting the vicar tomorrow!”

Her shrill voice carries to the woman beside me, who smiles sympathetically. “My boyfriend has to attend a business dinner alone – he thinks I’ve done it deliberately.”

The airline offers hotel rooms and we share dinner – I haven’t talked to Ellie for that long, ever.

We meet again at breakfast, share a cab back to the airport, and part on a promise – once the decks are cleared we’ll meet again.

We have so much more to say.

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Rochelle is the indefatigable woman who runs this weekly beanfeast and you can find her on  https://rochellewisoff.com/   if you follow the froggy link you can read scores of other stories prompted by her photograph.

I have been busy painting the door frames on my landing. It's a small cottage and the three doorframes, which comprise three sides of a square, have only an inch of wall between them. This makes positioning the drip sheet easy, but it's also easy to step back and smudge the paint, and oh! the repetetiveness of the task! Only the light shining on wet paint tells me where I've been and which is still waiting to be done.

Writing and gardening have filled my spare time :)
PS - I may be AWOL next week - we are off to Lisnaskea in Northern Ireland to visit my daughter.