In his new khaki pants with his white boarding pass, Ernest looked forward to flying first class. From Denver to Vegas he'd waited so long if you travel in style, you cannot go wrong.
Greeted by stewerdesses flashing sweet smiles, he awaited the privelage of saved flyer miles. Not a cloud in the sky as the plane took descent Ernest quite comfortable, pleased and content.
He chatted away, with the woman behind him when something she said, seemed to remind him of a love he once had so young and so sweet! She was just like eye candy, indeed.... what a treat!
But Suzanne was not comfortable, and so scared of flying. She admitted to Ernest, she really was trying! It had taken such courage to step on this plane, she was two steps away from taking the train.
They talked like old friends, conversation came easy when suddenly Ernest began to feel queasy. The moment had come, he was living his dream his trip of all trips, his wonderful scheme.
He must take his eyes from this beautiful face. Remember his plans, remember his place. "Excuse me, dear lady, I'm not feeling well," he reached in his pocket and felt for his cell.
He turned one more time just to look in her eyes for a moment just wishing, to prolong the surprise. In his mind he debated just calling it quits as his thumb slowly pushed, and he blew them to bits.