The clamor at the crowded airport terminal fed Eliza’s rising anxiety. Voices of excited Arabic people and thunderous intercom announcements echoed throughout the cavernous hallway. The fact that Eliza understood Arabic only served to drive home the risk she was taking – travelling alone in a country with a history of treating women unkindly.
Again, she checked the airport’s arrivals and departures digital board. ‘United Air 719 – DELAYED’. Her gut flipped. They’re an hour late.
As she gazed at ‘DELAYED’, she heard screams and explosions, witnessed fire blazing in a dark void. Stop it, just fucking stop it! The vision faded. Eliza trembled with a sense of foreboding.
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