I was on the aisle, she was on the window
I smiled and heard she was a widow
We were heading to Australia, she commented on my book. It was about questioning the supernatural that she wasn't fond of. We didn't talk about the weather which was weird but I asked her out to even complain more about Dawkins. She had dark brown hair and huge eyes, no wonder she could see what I was reading. I was wearing a sweater and a head pillow that I didn't bother using.
Unlike stories that we knew, I got the chance to catch her last name and number, It was Samantha Jones with a local number. She headed east I headed west, she told me she was there to grief and I was there to check on my cast. As I took my luggage we parted ways, I got a glimpse of her on my way out, she also had a cast with her husband to rest.
(iyas/MEL)