100-Word Horror

Terminal

"Anything to drink sir?" the flight attendant asked, eyeing him carefully.

"Just water."

"And a snack?"

"No thank you," he said, offering a weak smile. He was trembling, the blanket wrapped around him doing little to stave off the shivers shooting through him.

"Are you okay sir?" the attendant asked as the man began to cough.

"I'm sure I'll start feeling better once we land," he managed.

And this was true. Even if he knew he was dead in two days' time.

When they arrived the man watched, smirking, as the rest of the passengers began to cough. To shiver.