The scream was a delayed reaction. The safeness of the stuffy, cramped plane had given him a false sense of security. He realized this later. The loud drone of the engine like thousands of worker bees, and the murmur of other passengers had lured him into a pleasant sleep and a state of relaxation he hadn’t felt in weeks. Stepping down off the escalator on his way to the comforting swoosh of the automatic doors and the safety of being an unknown, obscure nobody in the a big foreign city, a hard muscled arm of a husky man shot out of the corner of his vision, and grabbed him.
Spring Break is here, yay.
Pretty blooming trees and plants,
and trips to the beach.