Grandiose
From above the small puffs of cloud speckled the brown rusted landscape like cotton puffs. “It looks like a drawing,” Yer thought to herself as she watched the dessert stretch across the curved horizon like a bolt of fabric spreading out underneath her. It was her first time flying over the desert and she had not expected it all to look so...small. The towering rock formations she imagined were so powerful and menacing in real life looked like tiny sculptures that could fit in the palm of her hand. “Little anthills,” She thought for a minute and then turned away to catch the passing steward say directly to her, “Please return your seat to its upright position to prepare for landing.” She obliged. The couple across from her were already compliant so to be called out in that manner would normally make her feel like a dolt but today she had a far greater embarrassment burning in her mind. On Monday, she found the following text exchange on her fiancé’s phone: “I miss you, bunny,” from a contact labeled, “TFS.” “The fornicating sidepiece? Truly forgettable sadgirl? Who cares?” thought Yer. But it didn’t matter who the sender was, all that mattered was the followup message from her fiancé that said, “Be patient. We’ll have all weekend.”
