"Excuse me Mrs, do you speak English?" He questioned, articulating. "I do, what can I help you?" "Perfect! My flight is Ethiopian 8 something, see" he could not remember the code so he pulled into his jacket pocket an envelope that contained a ticket. Anna could notice his trembling hands as she was reading the code and the name of the passenger: "I'm sorry Mr. Miller, your plane has just taken off." #fiction #2020All Rights Reserved