The Stranger In Seat 8b Novels & Stories

The bigger part of me just wanted to sit down before my legs gave out and someone noticed I was shaking. I dropped into the aisle seat beside him hard enough that the cushion sighed. My bag landed at my feet. I stared straight ahead at the seatback in front of me and refused to look at him again. A few rows back I heard Samantha’s soft laugh and Lucas’s muttered “Jesus Christ.” I ignored them. The doors closed. Safety demonstration. The plane pushed back. I kept my eyes on the window even though the view was nothing but gray tarmac and distant terminals. The stranger beside me didn’t speak. He went back to his tablet like I didn’t exist.

"Your fellow Globites,now sit," Glob said,his tone commanding and final, before they could answer.Keanu and I looked at eachother again and he nudged me forward.I pulled out the second gilded chair beside the woman,leaving an empty seat between us. Stranger danger right? I descended into butt heaven.My bruised and weary backside sank into plush cushiony goodness and I let out a little thankful sigh. I wasn't as quiet as I thought because the red head beside me smiled knowingly then raised her eyes to watch Keanu take the seat next to me.

I was in the mood for some Nicolas Cage action, not a movie like that with a stranger. There must have been a mistake somewhere. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I looked back at the exit to see if I could see any security and ask if I was in the correct theater or if there had been a mix-up of the movies. It was too dark to see anything or anyone. When I turned back to the screen, my heart pounded. From my peripheral vision, I could see the stranger had shifted his seat to sit next to me. I didn't even hear him move. I nearly fainted from shock.

Luckily for me, it gives me little time to focus on my paranoia, and before I know it, we're airborne. I'm in the last row on the aisle, firmly seated next to a stewardess sitting in a jump seat pulled out of the wall, effectively blocking the bathroom during take off and landing. With no room to move, preparing for landing, a woman flags the stewardess down, begging her to make an announcement to allow people to exit the plane who are in danger of missing their flights. The stewardess obliges the request and rolls her eyes as she hangs up the intercom phone. I look over at her. "That was really nice of you."

I rolled my almost too-big for this plane bag through the already crowded aisle and looked for my seat, 15B. After knocking my bag through several seats, I finally arrived at my seat and noticed there was already an occupant there enamored on his phone, not in one of the adjacent seats, but in my seat, 15B. What made me instantaneously angry at this discovery was, that this man was the same one who took my port just mere hours ago. "Excuse me!" I said in my most can-I-speak-to-the-manager voice, "You're in my seat." "Oh sorry!" He said looking up from his phone. "Do you mind if I take the middle seat? I don't want to sit by the window," he explained.

I got seat 12. As I stepped into the airplane, my eyes widened as I had to go through many people to find my seat. I gradually walked towards each seat, counting from the beginning one after the other, until my gaze finally nailed seat number 12 by the window side. "There you are, bitch." I muttered, my voice was low yet slightly audible, "How dare you call me a bitch?" A female on seat 11 asked, her eyes blazing with fury, her stomach big like a watermelon. I ignored and sat beside her.

Seating back unable to relax why is everyone so odd ane everything oretty jumbled up, fist there's snow locking me in and the door opening on it's own accord, now I run into a total strange who seems to know me, Mumbling to myself I tap at my chin till he pulls up by the hill, "Here's the bill" "Here's your change" "You can have it, ketd day a tip for being fast" Running up the hill I see couple of people up the hill, faint noises are heared but the rest are errier sounds, I'm stopped by hefty men who seems not to reckognize me, "You can't come in ma'm" "Why not?" "The Boise isn't open to strangers"

All she could think of was that he was not going to die. But when he asked her to take the stranger’s feet, she responded at once. She grunted a little as they lifted him, but the airman took most of the weight, and together they awkwardly carried the stranger to the Jeep. With a little straining, they managed to get him seated neatly in the passenger seat. Electra backed away as the doctor put the seatbelt on over the unconscious man, rubbing her hands against her thighs in a nervous gesture. ‘Do you know where he lives, ma’am?’

That was just sex! Her head was full of a lot of thoughts. She knew that she’s a broken shit. She was damaged beyond repair. A lady who was emotionally and mentally unstable. So, she can’t stay and commit to him or anybody else. She will just become a liability to someone. She doesn’t want that. She watched the scenery outside the taxi. The sun was rising. She saw it as a new beginning. A new day she needs to survive. She can’t help but think of the stranger. I’m sorry, Mr. Stranger. But I guess, it’s a goodbye. Apollo Justice