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Friday Fictioneers, 8 February 2013: Budding

This week's image evoked a number of thoughts for me, but I figured I'd go for a smile. I call this 100-word tidbit "Budding"

Barb stepped onto the plane in a daze. She saw the flight attendant indicating which seat was hers: number 2. It was a window seat in first class. She’d only flown once and to quell her nervousness she had filled out a little contest on the back of the flight magazine, and won. Here she was on an all-expense-paid trip to the Big Island. She sat and gazed out the window as the reflection of the setting sun glinted off the side of the plane. “Hello,” he said, taking his seat next to her. Shared smiles now; adventure to come.

Anonymous Legacy, VisDare 6: Party Time

Daily Prompt: Adventure Me