Chapter 21: A Second Chance

Ada Grey

I had become used to the dull whirr of the engines by now. The high altitude had dininished my reading ability, so I set my book down and inhaled deeply. I had been pondering my pitful introduction to the gorgeous fellow next to me, and decided that I wanted to speak to him again. I turned in my seat so that I faced him, took a deep breath and said,


The words were caught in my throat, trapped by fear and difficult memories. I sipped at my drink and tried again, again yielding nothing. I began to breathe quite heavily. The beautiful figure turned to face me and said,

"Are you alright?"

Everthing went blue, then faded to black.


I awoke in a  cool, comfortable room. I thought for a moment that I was at home, but as my senses came to me I realised that I was laid on a sofa in the in-flight, air conditioned lounge. I felt a gentle sensation playing on my skin, and looked up to see him, my in-flight companion, stroking my head gently.

"You've been gone a while," he said.

Gosh, I thought, his voice is wonderful.

"Would you like something to drink?" he asked, with warmth and gallantry.

"Yes, please."

He stood up and went to the coffee table, on which stood  a glass of iced water. I sat up slowly and rubbed my eyes. He held out the glass for me to take.

"Thank you." I said.

"You're welcome," he replied, "and the name's Marcus, Marcus Murphy."

"My name is Ada Grey, with an 'e not an 'a." Marcus laughed at this, before saying,

"Miss Ada Grey, with an 'e not an 'a ', shall I escort you back to your seat?"

I didn't need to be asked twice.

The End

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