A plane ride with Keanu Reeves

Heartbroken, divorced, approaching 40 and lonely, I never thought this plane ride would be anything but absolute boredom, until I met my seat neighbor.

“That’s gonna be a long flight home” I whispered to myself as my flight number just appeared on the flight schedule screen, my flight has been delayed for the second time and to make it even more “fun” they have changed the gate.

 

I looked at the airport’s ceiling actually addressing heaven “ you must really, really like me a lot”, I rushed to the new gate Z15 it says, still two more hours to go before my flight will finally take over. The thing was I really did not want to be left alone with my thoughts, but against my will I found myself drowning in memories of stuff I just wanted to block and hide it away, I looked down to my ring finger still tanned leaving those white and brown marks where my ring used to be, where my heart used to be, before it was shattered into thousand pieces.

 

I wiped a lost tear, and I looked up there was this nice book kiosk, if I am gonna be alone with myself for the rest of the flight, at least I will have an engaging book to immerse myself in.

 

 

I approached a sweet young lady in the kiosk, with a grim face while she received me with the sweetest smile, “I need a strong book that would take my mind off…..” I really did not know how to finish my sentence, am I gonna tell a complete stranger about my failing love life.

 

She really saved me the embarrassment she touched my hand gently, the smile never left her face while saying “we all need a good book when we are going through rough times, I have been there believe me”

I looked at her gratefully and did not reciprocate but she picked the conversation “ I have a great book, suitable for long flights, and I promise you won’t put it down until you reach your destination”

“Thank you, that’s what I really need”

I took my book after thanking the sweet young lady, in the waiting area, just beside my gate, I began reading the book, and the kiosk girl was absolutely right, the book was so engaging, I could not let down, 2 hours had passed and I did not even realize it until they called for  boarding, I grabbed my stuff, held the book closely to my heart as if my life depend on it, because the truth is that my sanity does depend on it.

 

I got myself comfortable in my first class seat ….. “first class dear, nothing less” Morris’ sound dominated my background noise, I shook my head hating the way I always remember him, loud, dominating a*****e, as if he was ever different… I gave myself a virtual pat on the shoulder, at least I am travelling on his expenses, maybe for the last time.

I fastened my belt and opened my book planning a deep dive in it hoping it would cover my long journey from London to LA, as I was beginning to re-immerse myself in it a dark shadow loomed over me, I was in the aisle seat so that’s my neighbor, secretly I thanked God for the first class spacious seats as I would not have to stand to allow him to pass, nor do we have to accidently touch,” privacy premium” I always called it.

The plane should be up and rolling anytime now, I tried to focus on my book, but my mind keeps drifting back to London and forth to LA, I can hear her voice, her high pitched voice saying “of course honey, you managed to get a rich, English husband, but you had to pull an Emma, and blew it all away” I can hear her talking over the phone with her has beens semi movie stars friends, telling them that her failure penniless daughter is back divorced. I shook my head trying to throw away all of her, him away from me, from my mind.

 

The flight attendant approached my seat, I looked up at her, but she did not look at me, her eyes were focused on the passenger beside me.

 

In a dreamy voice she said “Mr. Reeves I hope you enjoy your flight with us, I am sorry for the inconvenience, we were over booked,promise if any of the passengers did not catch the flight we will adjust the seats so you would be sitting alone" She dropped her eyes down to me and then continued talking to him "if there is anything I can bring you?!...."  he interrupted her with a raspy voice "I am fine thank you, you don't need to bother I am OK in my seat" In her giddy high school girlish way "OK Mr. Reeves just push call button if you need anything" So Mr Hollywood hates to sit beside commoners how so blue blooded in a Hollywood sense of course I shook my head, I left the snobs behind in England to find them, following me back to the US "You keep doing that a lot" his voice interrupted my train of thoughts " I beg your pardon" I looked at him and it hit me, how handsome he is, for a while i was star struck until I noticed his cunning smile. "I am sorry I was distracted for a moment, what do you mean by I keep doing this a lot?" "shaking your head, you did like three times now, once at the bookshop, then when you sat in your seat, and now" he accompanied that with a shoulder gest. " I don't know I guess I do that when I have an inner dialogue" I then realized " did you see me at the bookshop earlier?" he shrugged and said "yeah I was buying something to read for the long trip myself or at least was going too but changed my mind, decided on sleeping" I shook my head in approval " well, sweet dreams, I won't bother you " I looked at my book instantly and acted like I was looking for the page where I stopped reading, however, with the side of my eye I could see him still looking at me. End of chapter 1 Chapter 2 I deliberately ignored his stare, the guy wanted privacy and I am gonna give him one. approaching was the cheerleader-like flight attendant, I am sure she is coming to see if Mr. Mega Star needed something as if he could need more attention given

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Not sure if this story is fully complete!??! The end almost seems as if it's missing a little bit more. But as it is, a very compelling stretch of storytelling! What you lack in the mechanics of writing, you more than make up for with good organization, flow, storyline, character development, & imagination. I could just imagine that star-struck flight attendant. Not sure if this is true, but if it is, I would be star-struck if ever I happened upon K.R. so I commend you for not floating out of your seat! *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

[θεά]

Haha, I guess your were smitten. More than for his presence than the plane's speed.

[salmamofty]

Well I haven’t finished writing it yet so we will wait and see