There they sat, she, in a comfortable cross-legged position while he, in an agitated handcuffed position. She grinned. “You can’t keep me.” He spoke in a Russian accent.
She smiled and stood up, “On the contrary,” she whispered in his ears as she walked by. “What’s taking so long?” She demanded the pilots.
“We’ll be taking off in one minute, ma’am.” She nodded and exited the cockpit.
“What the?” She muttered as she took note of the empty seat and then felt a painful stab in her back.
“Enjoy the rest of the ride, b****.” He whispered in her ear.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.