The airport was like a trip through time. It had been stocked with computers, but that was a long time ago. Their technology hasn’t been updated, it seemed. All of the floors were carpeted a dusty purple color. Instead of white the ceilings were beginning to become yellow. There was not a single shop. Or there was, at one point. There was some rows of seats for people leaving, but since this is a small town, there wasn’t many people there. Over in the corner held a small glass box showcasing the history of this town.
The people working there gave us either annoyed, confused, or blank stares. A girl with bright red lipstick, bleeding mascara, and blond hair chewed her bubble-gum at the front information desk. She looked up at us and gives us a quick, fake smile, and continued typing.
Without looking up, she said, “Yeah?”
“Flight 2B? Wyoming.”
She snorted, saying, “You’re late. You’re lucky if they even let you board.”
Late? How could I be late? I shoved Charlie in front of me saying that we need to move. I guess he sensed my urgency, so he sped up a bit. I saw where a huddle of people were, so I moved in that direction. I noticed it was a small plane when I looked outside the window. Aboard were a couple of women, one I noticed being quite short, with curly hair and a stout figure. There were mostly men, one guy looked to be a men’s sports player. Large arms and legs. He had a big smile planted on his face. Another was a man in his late middle ages. He was rich, by his gold ring and white suit. I wonder why he needed to go to Wyoming.
Anyway, the details didn’t matter to me, because all I needed to do was to get this guy to the state prison and come back home to see my girlfriend.
The pilot was old and had bags under his eyes. He looked overworked. I didn’t care. Like I said, I just wanted to go home. I hate Wyoming.
People started to board, and I pushed Charlie in like cattle. We sat in the back, where nobody else would sit, hoping that no folk would get startled by our presence.
“You better behave yourself, got that?” I said under my breath.
“Okay, Duncan.”
I bit my right cheek. Nobody calls me by my name besides my sister and my mom. Never a prisoner.
“Call me by my name again and we’re going to walk to the prison by foot and you’re going to be chained to me like a dog. Capiche?” I said with an annoyed smile.
I eyed the pretty, small girl sit on the seat in front of us. She got out a sketchbook and hummed to herself. The rest of the men came in. They all looked to be hardfisted men. Probably found a job somewhere in the long farming plains of Wyoming. They sat in the front when they saw us in the back. The rich man sat in the front, in the seat with extra leg room. I wondered why the short girl sat back here anyway. Then came the jock, which sat somewhere in the middle. Maybe he was a hiker.
We heard the plane start to rumble as it was getting ready to leave the airport. Charlie leaned his head on the window and took a nap. That’s good. Less things for me to worry about.
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