“Excuse me ma’am, we’re going to have to see inside your carry-on.”
“Well, there appears to be something in a container we cannot identify.”
“I understand, but do we have to do that here… in the open? “
“I’m sorry. I’ll be as discreet as possible, but I need to look in your bag. Can you step over here with me please?”
“Michael, take your sister to the gate, I’ll be right there.”
“It is their father, we are taking him home.”
“I’m sorry for your loss ma’am.” The agent said softly as he gently closed the box.
This was written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you would like to play along, please follow the prompt below and give it a try!!