Another Furious Fiction Rejection
Furious Fiction — September
500 words maximum
-Story must take place in an Airport
-Must include the word ‘spring’
-Must include the phrase ‘it was empty’
“Yes ma’am, I’m aware of the regulations, that’s why I purchased two tickets,” Solomon said.
He’d been politely arguing with the check-in clerk for almost twenty minutes. How he could remain so calm after that much repetitive back and forth banter was beyond me.
I wouldn’t have lasted half that long.
It was almost two o’clock in the morning. We were only one flight away from Maryland and the attendant seemed to be doing everything in her power to make us miss our flight.
“I’m afraid we don’t have the ability to accommodate you on this flight sir, its out of our control as per our regulations — ” she said, again.
Carol was a small, brown haired, middle aged woman with glasses as thick as turtle shells, and she glared up at my partner like he was the scum of the earth. She’d looked at me in a similar way, but I was covered in pretty colors.
“Your regulations state that a man of my size and weight needs to purchase adequate tickets to compensate for my size and weight. By your own screenings I’m required to purchase two tickets for myself. I’m holding two tickets in my hand for seats I purchased side by side, as per regulation.”
Solomon was big, even by orc standards. He stood nearly seven feet high, and the great horns that curled back from his head put him at almost seven foot five.
He was one of the few people who made me feel adequately short. He was also so stubbornly polite it put me on edge, especially now. I had thought that I had a hard time navigating the day to day with humans, but after being his partner for six months I’d learned that things could be much, much worse.
The clerk had wanted to try the same stunt with me, but I was typical human size, and she couldn’t even catch me on an overweight carry-on. I’d seen a flash of anger flash across those beady little eyes after she’d weighed it.
A male attendant came up behind the woman and listened in on the argument as it started all over again, then interrupted.
“Sir, if you refuse to cooperate we’ll be forced to call security,” he said.
Right on queue, two uniformed security guards appeared across the lobby and started to make their way towards us.
I reached into Solomon’s back pocket and he flinched like I’d groped him, but I pulled his federal ID out and slapped it down onto the counter along with my own.
“Go ahead and call your security guards,” I said. “You’re keeping two FBI agents from catching their flight back to headquarters. You’re going to lose this argument.”
Less than fifteen minutes later we were breathing in the cool spring air as we climbed the steps to the small red-eye plane.
I stood and just stared at the interior of the cabin.
It was empty.
Including us, there were only eight passengers.
JLRose is an American fantasy writer, 3D artist and game designer living in Melbourne, Australia. She’s spent the past three years working on the first full length book of The Galean Universe titled Repentance.
Her short story, The Chase, is now available on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited. The Venue is set to be released in September. Click the images below for more.