Her acrylic nails sank in like forks into spaghetti.
When she pulled free, pink slime stretched between her fingers like melted cheese.
She wiped it on her jeans, then the armrest, leaving some on both.
She shook her head, and a sticky strand slapped her cheek and stayed there.
I felt like I’d taught her a lesson, but I had no idea what it might cost me once we landed.
Her acrylic nails sank in like forks into spaghetti.
She grabbed at it with the hand holding the phone. The phone stuck to her palm.
“Mom, she’s making cotton candy!” the boy shouted.
His mother tried to shush him. She was laughing too hard.
“YOU OLD WITCH! LOOK WHAT YOU DID!”
Kelly came hurrying down the aisle.
“Ma’am, please sit down!”
“YOU OLD WITCH! LOOK WHAT YOU DID!”
“I WANT OFF THIS PLANE!”
“Ma’am, we’re at thirty-five thousand feet.”
