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**Genre: Speculative Fiction**
Word Count: 135
A friend who couldn’t find a use for his 35 extra words generously loaned them to me. Under normal circumstances I wouldn’t allow myself to be coerced into breaking my own rules. No apologies.
FLIGHT STATUS
“Flight delayed.” Amelia snarled and closed the US Airways website. “Damn business trips!”
Memories of their argument right before Chase left gnawed at her. She regretted her spiteful words.
“I hate your job!”
“You like the money.”
“You’re never home. Your daughters don’t even know their father.”
“Next time, babe, you and the girls are coming with me.”
“What if—?”
“‘What if’ never happens.” He gathered her into his arms. “Flying’s safer than driving on the freeway.”
Five hours ago he’d texted from Phoenix. “Just a little turbulence. Nothing to worry about.”
“Mommy?” Four-year-old Katy tiptoed into the room. “Daddy sat on my bed.”
“It was only a dream, Kitten.”
“No it wasn’t. He talked to me!”
“What’d he say?”
“He’s sorry he can’t come home.”
Her phone chimed. Message from Chase.
“Dearest Amelia…”
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BASH
TFOA
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