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A Paddle in Amsterdam Her flight delay brought an intensity of panic not felt since that day six days earlier - since that moment she’d broken free. Sitting in the Waiting Lounge, her body already sheathed in sweat from the terror that consumed her, her eyes never left the screen, focus solely on that one single word that seemed to sum up her life – delayed. Her panic quickly merged with anger; when she turned to her left to look out the window, she could see her plane, waiting to be boarded! But when she looked towards the ground, she saw the men; workers crouched down by the wheel, laughing. Bastards! Didn’t they know what they were doing to her? Didn’t they know what he would do if he found her here? Her mind desperately pleaded with the men as one slowly jacked up the plane in anticipation of a tyre change... |
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