Rhapsodies

It was a long flight. First, across the country, then the two-hour delay waiting for the layover in Philadelphia, and finally, the flight to Switzerland that seemed to go on forever. Framed between Hilda and the window, she had never been able to get comfortable. She couldn’t sleep, and she couldn’t concentrate on writing. She was looking forward to sleeping for days when she got off the plane.

But with her luck, there would probably be a welcome committee.