"What's that you're working on? It looks like a test."
Sarah paused before responding. The whole point of having a pile of essays to mark was to avoid talking to anyone on the flight. And, to make things worse, the chatterbox was unperturbed by the aisle space between them.
Laura stepped aboard the Boeing and the blast of the airconditioning ruffled her hair. The man ahead of her coughed and shuddered the scent of cigarettes in her direction. She prayed he would not be sitting next to her. The welcoming committee asked for her ticket. Navigating the way to her seat was not beyond Laura, but she humoured them with a smile.
