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The woman on the plane

The woman on the plane

A Story by Tomahawk Joe

A very short semi fictional account


I was on my flight home from Washington as I boarded my plane on my connecting flight from San Francisco to Kansas

city. I saw a beautiful blonde woman sitting in the aisle seat right next to mine. Things are looking up I told myself as

I struggled along the narrow already crowded row of seats.


      Clumsily I placed my laptop case under the seat and my bag in the overhead compartment. I turned slowly and

caught a glimpse of her looking coyly in my direction. I nodded a quick acknowledgment and she hid her face in her

New York times paper. I felt a connection but I sensed she didn't, aside from her pallid complexion and her blonde

hair given my weakness for brunettes I felt surprisingly attracted to her.


      As I settled myself in my seat I opened a book more as a reason to sneak an occasional glance at her. She sat

staring straight ahead but I knew she had to see me sneaking glances at her despite my attempts to hide it. I blushed

a little at the realization


       With each glance I noticed subtle details about her attractive figure. I know little about style but I tried to

imagine based on how she was dressed what she may have done for a living and where she might be from. She seemed

stylishly dressed so naturally I thought she was probably a model or a business executive. And the first place that came

to mind was New York city.


      I've got to find a way to talk to her I kept telling myself maybe later. She hardly seemed the friendly type though

she just kept staring straight ahead.


      I heard the dinging sound of the speaker and then the pilot announced " Ladies and gentleman we will be arriving

in Kansas city in about fifteen minutes" the pilot said. All too soon my time with her was coming to an end.


     The plane touched down smoothly and slowly passengers began to get off. I noticed as we all crowded onto the

boarding ramp that she carried no luggage. She took one last look back at me then disappeared into the crowd.


     I ran frantically into the crowd until I caught sight of her in the terminal. I stopped suddenly frozen as she

turned and waved then she vanished into thin air. 


















© 2013 Tomahawk Joe

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Nicely paced and perfectly sized write. Nice surprise at the ending.

Your writing flow would be helped by some well placed commas. I spent time re-reading to understand what you were trying to say. It breaks the smooth flow.

Posted 9 Years Ago

A ghost on a plane? I've never flown but would prefer real women as companions. Was she haunting you or the aircraft? She recognised you with a wave - spooky.

Posted 10 Years Ago

Tomahawk Joe

10 Years Ago

thank you for the review
Loved the story and thoroughly enjoyed the 'beat' quality to the writing. I could just hear the tap of the cymbal.

Posted 10 Years Ago

Tomahawk Joe

10 Years Ago

thank you for the review glad you enjoyed it.
Missed opportunities... This is one of those seize the day moments, I think. I have been in similar situations, but my head never allows my heart to override what it feels is "safest". An interesting account, well penned with good detail. In the end, I almost wondered if she was a ghost...a figment of your imagination. Nicely done.

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Added on August 5, 2013
Last Updated on August 5, 2013


Tomahawk Joe
Tomahawk Joe

carl junction, MO

Aspiring writer and artist,currently working on four books. And a few short stories. I have been writing stories since grade school. more..

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