Johnny languished in the security line. It wound back and
forth in to oblivion as far as he could tell. His feet were uncomfortable from
standing, the only relief coming when he shuffled forward every so often.
“This must be what it’s like in Hell,” he thought to
himself.
He sighed and sagged his shoulders. At least he wouldn’t
miss his flight. He had arrived at the airport early to make sure he didn’t
miss it.
Johnny shuffled forward another step and checked his
watch, plenty of time.
Looking up, he saw part of a sign: “Leave all hope
behind.”
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