Existential Thursday: Dee Flies

Dee could not find her sunglasses. She had been told that someone had been seen walking across the tarmac with them on. Dee did not believe that, but still they were gone. The tiny shop beside the airport had only local food, flip flops and reams of fabric. She bought a coconut juice but it leaked everywhere. Clouds were moving in. 

The plane turned nicely, swinging out from the airport shadow into the direct sunlight, and drove smoothly along the runway. There was a plane coming overhead. It was not going to land. She made the final turn and waited for the voice which barely acknowledged her.

She only needed half the runway and was already turning out across the lava rocks that turned into dirty sand and then the sea. She angled up into the sky, almost forgetting she had somewhere to go.