Security Breach

The overzealous guard was doing manual pat downs. No one was getting through airport security unmolested.

I couldn’t risk it, though. My plan would be foiled.

I ducked under the conveyor belt, then dipped behind a stray supply cart. And fooled no one.

“Come back here!” yelled the other guard on duty.

But I was already sprinting down the corridor hoping to arrive before her plane took off.

I found her, third in line. I dropped to my knee as she gasped. Tears flowed.

I reached for my jacket pocket, found it bare.

Not exactly a proposal for the ages.