"Small" writing challenges for my small writing talent. Hotel note pads are the only space allowed. Let's see if I can strip it down and tighten it up to learn something. Improving my skill of weird fiction.
Day-2 of 4: At six-forty-five in the morning, the airport food court pushed two tempting choices at my flight crew and I. This ran contrary to my insulated lunch box, with a Wile-E-Coyote ice bag chilling inside. It carried food that’s supposed to last four days. This food court was doing it’s best on this pilot. I could eat a chicken, egg and cheese biscuit from Chick-Fil-A or get stuffed with sugar from Dunkin’ Donuts. The coffee was an easy choice. I would have chosen both options and washed them down with that coffee had one of my crew not stepped up to volunteer his opinion as my voice of reason. I had no idea my voice of reason is a thirty-something openly bisexual male flight attendant named Tim. Who knew! I learned about starting with warm lemon water and how Coffee might be nice but is the opposite of what we need this early. My voice of reason is smart! I ate the yogurt from my lunch bag. He ate a donut.