Ever fall asleep on a plane?



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Welcome to my blog. The following flash story is for your reading pleasure. You’ll find others on the blogs listed at the conclusion of this tale. Enjoy. RC

The Meeting

He smelled so good. His shoulder felt so solid and so strong. Shoulder? His? Her eyes popped open. She jerked back in her seat, heat rising in her face.

“Have a good nap?” a pleasant male voice said beside her.

Had she drooled on him? Had she snored? Please God, no. She slid her hand down his sleeve, then yanked it back as she realized what she was doing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… I mean….”

“No problem. No harm done.”

Janet Harper finally worked up the courage to look at the man in the seat beside her. Dark and handsome he was for sure, and maybe even tall when he stood up. She took a deep breath and gave him a sheepish smile.

“You should have poked me or something. I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you. Against you. Your arm, I mean.”

She bit her tongue, trying to be still before she spouted out some total nonsense. He probably thought she was a clutz anyway.

He grinned. “You were having such a good sleep I didn’t want to wake you. And, truth be told, I liked it.”

He liked it? What had she done? The heat in her face turned to fire. She stared at him, unable to think of a single thing to say. He was gorgeous. He was….  He looked like Steve!

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“What? Oh, Janet. What’s yours?”


“Is that short for Rodney?” she asked as the plane slammed down on the runway and lurched to one side. Startled, she gasped.

“Hard landing, but we’re almost there. Just Rod.”

“What? Oh yes. Hi Rod.” Steve had a brother, who would be the best man, whose name was what? Crap, she couldn’t remember. The maid of honor and she couldn’t remember the name of the best man- was she losing her mind?

He frowned. “Is something wrong? I really didn’t mind you leaning against me.”

Oh God. Rod. That was it, the name. “Are you going to a wedding?”

“Yes. How did you know?”

“My best friend is marrying a guy named Steve Warren. I’m..”

“Of course. Janet. You’re the maid of honor? I’m…”

“Rod Warren, Steve’s brother. The best man.”

“Amazing. If I’d known you were coming, I’d have contacted you.”

She giggled, couldn’t help it. “I’m sorry, but of course I was coming.”

His face turned the most delightful crimson color. “On this flight I meant. We could have shared one rental to the hotel.”

“I thought I’d take their jitney bus.”

“Oh, yeah. Sure.”

She gave him her sweetest smile. “We could share that.”

He nodded, a grin spreading across his face. “Sounds like a plan.”

“Are you people getting off the plane? This is the end of the flight,” a stewardess asked.

“Oh, yes, of course,” Janet said.

She slid out of her seat and stood back to let Rod out. He was tall, oh my.

He reached up and took her carry-on out of the bin as if it were a feather, set it down and pulled the handle out. “Ready?”

“Don’t you have a bag?” she asked, wondering if someone else had taken his while they were busy talking.

“I checked mine. Hey, can I buy you dinner tonight?”

“We have the rehearsal dinner, remember?”

“Oh yeah, forgot that. Well then, how about breakfast tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow’s the wedding. I think we’ll be very busy. I know I will.”

“Hope you enjoyed the flight,” the pilot said as they reached the front of the plane.

“Oh, yes,” she said and stepped into the walkway.

Rod stopped her with a hand on her arm.

She turned to face him. “What?”

“It’s two o’clock. We’re on our own for the next five hours. At least let me buy you a drink.”

He almost looked desperate? Was she imagining that?

“You need to get your luggage and we need to check into the hotel and find everybody. And go to the rehearsal.”

“No, we don’t.  We only need to be there tomorrow.”

She stared at him. What did he want? What was he asking? He looked so serious, so desperate, yes. Men never looked like that when they hit on her.

“What do you want?” she whispered.

“I want… you.”

She wanted to tell him off; wanted to tell him she wasn’t that easy, but the look in his eyes stopped her. “I don’t…” she started, but he cut her off.

“That didn’t come out right. Look, you do something to me. I feel something, something I never felt before. I need to talk to you, to be with you. Let me buy that drink, okay? It’s important.”

Her heart began to pound and her knees went wobbly. She didn’t believe in love at first sight, but he seemed to be falling apart in front of her. About her. Over her.

“How important?” she whispered, only stalling for time, for a chance to catch her breath.

“Very important,” he said softly, and brushed a finger along her cheek, sending tingles of electricity flying to her heart.

“Life or death important?”

“Life or death, yes.”

He leaned down to her and she met his lips. Fire exploded from her tongue to her toes and she melted into him. Had she said yes? Had she agreed? She wasn’t sure if she’d actually spoken, but he was smiling now and holding her hand and they’d begun to walk, together, side by side, and happiness surged through her.

Find more stories at the following blog sites.  Enjoy.

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AJ Jarrett 

Victoria Blisse

RC Donitz 

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4 Responses to Ever fall asleep on a plane?

  1. nephylim says:

    Ooooh, that was lovely. It was a bit of a coincidence, happening to sit next to the best man, and happening to think about it at that time. But… who cares. It was one of those stories and make you smile to yourself as you read it. I really enjoyed it.

    • rcbonitz says:

      Ya never know. I once got on a flight from Dallas to Ct. and sat next to the brother of a guy I knew in my hometown. He too was on his way to be best man at his brother’s wedding.

  2. julielhayes says:

    Sweet and romantic. I really enjoyed it, RC! Great job, welcome to the Wednesday Brief!

  3. Rhonda Lane says:

    Sometimes, I miss how flying used to be. We didn’t used to travel inside invisible bubbles of personal space. We used to converse, if only for a few moments, instead of just nodding and grunting before retreating into our books and/or portable digital devices.

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