A child was kicking the back of my seat.
His mother cooed for him to stop.
The plane was filling with winter sun-seekers.
A large woman got on carrying two screaming babies.
My heart popped into my mouth to have a look.
I whiplashed my head around. No empty seats
Squeezing in beside me, she smiled. I smiled back; I was dying inside.
After we took off, she asked me what time we would arrive in Glasgow. I laughed and told her it’s a flight to Tenerife.
She showed me her ticket and smirked.
I kicked the seat in front and screamed.