Photo Prompt © Ted Strutz
She sat with her nose glued to the window, ignoring the roar of the engines and the bawdy chatter in her headphones.
It was cloudy when they’d taken off, with only little visibility. Now miles of forests stretched in all directions, the greenery as dense and impenetrable as her father’s face the last time she’d seen him, brooding and taciturn even by his own standards.
A glint of water sparkled in the distance and the pilot banked to the right to circle toward the lake. Suddenly she could not breathe.
It’s been a long ten years.