A piece of flash fiction I did as a morning writing exercise.
CHECKPOINT by Alexander Miller
I sat in between them. The floor rumbled and the captain said we were number two on the runway. They hadn’t talked the entire walk through the checkpoint and while we waited to board; my best friend and his girlfriend. I thought they would get married one day. This was another one of their arguments and I was between them on the flight because they didn’t want to sit near one another; in fact, I think they couldn’t stand the sight of one another at that moment, and maybe they couldn’t stand the sight of one another for a week or so more. That air was thick with anger, and the anger filled every molecule of air. They would have to return to the same apartment in Mississippi eventually, with their dog being the only happy thing they shared. I’d never been to Mississippi and I was to visit them next month. I didn’t want to be around that though. I had enough of silence and sometimes yelling; polar emotions, when I was growing up with my own parents and I didn’t like seeing my best friend be himself like he was, figuring he’d grow out of childish ways of the absolute, stubborn the way he was. Sometimes headstrong was a good quality for a person to have, but not when two people are headstrong like Harris and Felicia were.