The Flight
A Taste Of An Affair
I walked through airport security, hoping they wouldn’t open my suitcase. As I came closer to the guards at the security detectors, my heart rate rose in unison with the beeping of the machines.
My cheeks were flushed as I thought of the security officer inspecting my overnight suitcase which was full of lingerie and playthings. I was curious as to whether the contents of my bag would bring on shock, surprise or intrigue to the airport staff, or perhaps this was just another morning for them.
It was certainly not just another morning for me. I was boarding a flight to be with my lover for a fly-by visit.
Is this what people who have interstate affairs feel like? I wondered.
Soon I would be looking down at my phone to see that I had twenty unread messages from my husband.