“This is the final call for flight number SA-N1TY leaving at Gate Twenty… will the remaining four passengers make their way to Gate Twenty immediately…” the emphasised ‘immediately’ echoing around the check-in lounge.
“Yes, I know we’re late,” Agnes breathlessly explained to the flustered check-in clerk, “but the message telling us the flight had been brought forward came through a good half-hour after the one about it being pushed back – we can’t be to blame for your mixed messages.”
“But the flight has been brought forward to its original time, madam – you should really have been here in time for that,” exasperated, the clerk printed the labels for the eight pieces of luggage and quickly sent them through the terminal, “but quickly make your way to Gate Twenty along the Departures tunnel.”
“I need to look around Duty Free first,” Edward said, realising he’d forgotten to buy a gift for his brother, Manuel, who they were meeting at the other end.
“No time for that now,” Agnes said, pointing to the flight crew and security personnel who were ushering them along, “you’ll have time on the flight to think of a reason – come on kids!”
The check-in clerk breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the family of four walk through the turnstiles and disappear into the tunnel, about to relax until he saw the neat stack of four passports left on the counter.
Posted for Six Sentence Stories. The prompt word this week is: Turn
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