Here it is, Sunday afternoon and I’ve finally penned my 100 words for Friday Fictioneers.  We like to tell stories of 100 words or so to a photo prompt.  Our host is Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple.  Anyone can join in.

She had no choice.  That was her only consolation.  5 hours to the airport.  She started a conversation.  Was she sorry!

She squirmed uncomfortably, willing the woman to shut up and move her fat thigh.  No such luck.  Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she continued the saga of her boyfriend.

Felicia glanced at the skinny dude on her right.  He looked equally uncomfortable, jammed against the door.  But at least he didn’t have the console up his butt.

She shifted again, using her hand on the car ceiling.  A little better.  Two more hours.  One hour and fifty-nine, fifty….