Jack left the women’s magazine he’d
found on the seat in the waiting area where he’d picked it up and got to his
feet. He took his boarding pass out of his back pocket and scanned the name of
his destination: San Francisco; thousands of miles away from where he was now.
He wondered briefly about the people
who would be waiting to meet him there and about what his life held in store:
this new destiny.
The stewardess was smiling at each
boarder as she checked their passes. He joined the back of the queue.
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