The Story ~ Part 15.
She raised the glass to her lips and guzzled the cocktail, which tasted like sambuca mixed with oranges. It calmed her nerves, and she let out a sigh. Evan gazed expectantly into her eyes, and she saw the clearest blue eyes that mirrored the ocean in the sunlight.
Tiny bubbles escaped from his mouth as his blond hair floated upwards to the sky.
"I have waited such a long time for you Joyce", Evan said, "and look at my beautiful prize."
Joyce felt like all her fears, both conscious and unconscious had disappeared. As if the beverage had given her an energy cleanse, and she had crystal clear intuition.
"The passengers and crew on the aircraft are our people." She said.
"Yes," said Evan, "and the terrorists are from Zantan, the land of the polar ice caps."
"We have been at war with The Zantans for twenty years, but you, my love, helped us defeat them today. The stewardess was one of them."
Oh yes. That was I was expecting. That the passengers were his people. This game needs another story/contest this week.
Totally! This was so much fun!!