"I'm going to make it!" Zelanie whispers through clenched teeth. She jutts an arm out, catching the glass door and ushering herself in. Satchel cluched in a firm grip she sprints toward the service desk.
"Oceanic 417 to Miami, Florida, please," she gasps.
The attendant is wearing an olive suit. Her outfit is reminiscent of a soldier. Or maybe she likes to dress in drab colors. She smiles, "For business or pleasure?"
"Business... although I hope it turns out pleasurable."
The woman nods. Her name tag reads Chelsea.
"Here. Let's pray for the best," Chelsea replies, handing Zelanie her boarding pass.
"Thanks."
Zelanie turns to go but pauses.
"Don't chase after him."
She spins around. "Excuse me?"
"Don't chase after him," Chelsea repeats, "he won't be worth it." Her copper eyes dim as an overcast of sadness consumes her pupils.
Zelanie looks at her, indignation etched into her delicate features. "You can't say that to me without knowing my story. You have no right."
"I have good intentions and advice. That should be more than enough."
Zelanie shakes her head and with it breaks free from her curiosity. She has a plane to catch, a life to get away from, and a man to confront.
"C'mon girl. Don't forget what he means to you."
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One Woman's Quest
Angels get their wings, good children get their dessert. This searching woman, will come across a man....
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