She awoke suddenly when the captain started making landing announcements. It irritated her that even though it was now 2035, they still hadn't been able to stop people from selfishly using up all the overhead compartments at the front of the plane instead of the ones above their assigned seat. Her bag was twenty rows back. She'd have to wait until until the plane was empty to head back there and retrieve it. The robotic flight attendants weren't programmed for independent thinking, and wouldn't break formation to get it. At times like this, she wished that “Beam me up, Scottie1” was actually possible.
Jenny is still shaking things up for us over at "off on my tangent". This week's Centus is to be written in sci-fi style. It's more like sigh-fi. But, I'm still managing to string them all into one story, just for the challenge of it. Now there are some other Centusians doing that too, so it's catching on. Need to catch up? Put Family Drama in my search gadget. Only need last week's? It's here. Then head on over to Jenny's to link up your own, or to read the other micro-stories