Anzh Ondrisek

Well-Built Fire

*** She wakes with a start, temporarily forgetting where she is. Bright white lights, cold white tile, a toilet nearby, and a sterile feel. Bags strewn about, a wooden chest painted with a stormy ship scene, and a luggage cart-- ah yes, she remembers now. She is at the London airport, hour 20 of a 30 hour layover. Her body aches in testament to this assessment.