His big arm presses mine —spreading warmth, shoulder to elbow. His knee bumps, then retreats. Silent, yet connected, I search vainly for that place where mind and body unplug. The hours tick by.
“Can I help get that bag down?” the man asks when we land.
It seemed only right.
A prolific writer, Carol Reeves is loving the freedom and challenge of Flash Fiction. Her stories are found in 50-Word Stories and Flash Fiction Magazine. She often writes of the privilege and vicissitudes of aging. Her memoir, “All the Little Miracles,” was published in 2022.
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