Posts about 50 words
It was odd being here, disembarking with no passport check after two flights to collect baggage he had last seen on the French border. It looked as if there were people waiting next to the carousel; perhaps she’d be one of them. Was that her? The beautiful one over there? This is a 50-word short…
An attempt at the first in a series of 50 word short stories, inspired by my trip to Scotland to meet Jo in 2004.
