All Fairy Dust and Pixie Light. It’s a 6.

Sorry for the delay folks, we’ll fly everyone where they need to be at a later time, when weather conditions permit”, the words hanging suspended in the air like a smoking campfire as we disembarked the cancelled flight, implored patience but I was already feeling adrenalin’s first rush.

“Later time?!”, there was no later time – I had to get to Boston to meet Evan who, like a paramour ordering from a 5 star menu for his beloved, had made our travel arrangements and was waiting anxiously for me at Boston’s Logan Airport, a pair of British Airways tickets in hand; I had to get there before that flight took off.

It was pure energy and emotion, insistence and faith that carried me through various terminals at Dulles as I spoke with countless airport employees and supervisors telling and re-telling my story, why it was imperative I be in Boston by a certain time and no, I didn’t have my ticket to Logan, they’d collected it after they boarded, then disembarked us when the flight was cancelled, isn’t there someone who –

Many exhausted hours later, in a moment of sheer serendipity, there appeared a knight in shining armour in the personage of a pilot coming off his last run, his 5 o’clock shadow evidence of how long his day had been, he’d overheard my emotional plea to the latest unsympathetic, unimaginative airport personnel to hear my tale; without introduction he turned to me, “let me make a call”.

Returning 10 minutes later, my “knight” advised me, with more than a bit of urgency, “they’re holding the plane for you, you’ve got to run, now, to British Airways, Concourse B, hurry’; with indescribable gratitude beaming from my eyes, I ran.

A little before midnight, like Cinderella racing against time through the deserted terminal, I rounded the corner to Concourse B where, no less than 50 yards out, stood a very tall man behind the counter awash in a halo of light from a single fluorescent bulb overhead, outstretched hand holding a ticket; like Dicken’s ghost of Christmas Present, he turned and pointed to the open gate and the waiting plane beyond.

Editor’s Note: based on a true story in the days before cell phones 🙂

It’s Six Sentence Story Thursday Link Up!

Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and another exciting week of Six Sentence Stories! This is the place to be for the next few or 5 days. Whether you stop in to link your Six Sentence Story or you’ve stopped by for a little light reading on the way to…. pull up a chair, make yourself comfortable and set a spell 🙂 Btw, if you haven’t joined in the fun before, there’s only a couple of rules and they’ll always be listed right after I stop talking 😀

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂


“An idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself” – Charles Dickens