At some point in the not so distant past, somebody vomited on the plane I just boarded.
I can’t see it, but I can smell it.
It lingers on the air, seemingly longing to repeatedly venture into my nostrils.
At some point in the not so distant past, somebody vomited on the plane I just boarded.
I can’t see it, but I can smell it.
It lingers on the air, seemingly longing to repeatedly venture into my nostrils.