Down, but not out
Tension drained from him as he watched the land drop away. Settling back into his seat, thoughts of the glittering beaches of his destination filled him with less enthusiasm than he hoped. Despite everything, the past year had depleted both his body and spirit. Exhaustion was ingrained like coalminer’s dust.
The light plane lost height, skimming over the Caribbean waves. Reflexively he touched the slim aluminium briefcase then, regarded the still-sleeping young woman with the freshly bandaged head.
As he watched, she woke up. Turning to him, she smiled. ‘I know exactly what you’re thinking.’