My temperature is quickly rising I hate flying in this cramped cigar case so stress is not surprising!
There is someone next to me a woman who looks like a gypsy!
She is making me nervous watching my every move. I think she may be tipsy!
She grabbed my hand and looked me earnestly in the eyes
Let me tell your fortune she gushed, okay I said ..well she took me by surprise.
I see a load of trouble , she said and whats more I see you smoking a hubabubble
I hope that is legal, the police here have eyes like eagles if you’re not careful you’ll get into trouble.
The airplane takes a sudden dip so she my shoulders did grip.
Do you live a blameless life, are you a good wife…. then she grabbed my drink and took a giant sip.
The plane began to level out but she began to scream and shout , she saw nothing but trouble in store for me
She still had hold of my hand and said though short my life line was truly grand. I needed to get away from her I needed to be free.
The rattle of the drinks trolley pushed by an aging trolley dolly rested her attention, she hissed ,”she looks ready for her pension”
I asked her to release my wrist , unhand me I insist . Stop it, let go I hissed, desist! But she would not listen. I could not get her attention.
Finally as we came in to land she at last relinquished my hand. She looked me in the eye , you’ll do fine she said with a sigh.
The stewardess made sure all seat belts were secure . Then as we touched down she looked at me and frowned never again fly
Just keep out the sky she began to weep and cry. Then I could take no more and I bashed her head against the door
Shut up I scream at her my feelings began to stir . I told her if she wanted a long life line she would do just fine to shut up and say no more.
Prompt taken from http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/08/12/daily-prompt-hands/