THIS IS ALLY’S SECOND ENTRY FOR THE 87-WORD SHORT STORY COMPETITION.
This is my OTHER entry. It is also 87 words. Pick your favourite or something.
You cried in the departure lounge, a thin sound split by whimpers; you sat by me on the plane and picked at the safety card until it tore. At 30,000 feet thin streams of snot ran down your face, and you made me put the window shade down. You constantly hounded the stewardesses for lollies and reassurances; you demanded to be close to the exit row. The landing was rough and you cracked a bone in my finger. Sometimes I find it very hard to love you.
Go on, whine about it.