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I originally posted this in installments on Twitter today, but realized it was only one word off from being a drabble, so I felt the need to tweak it and post here.
Title: Airport
Emily flew in redeye from Heathrow. She wanted wine and sleep, but someone was waiting at baggage claim. Conditioned to fear, she almost fled. Then she realized she knew the set of those shoulders, the tilt of that head. Her lips formed his name without making a sound. Dave. Dave. He must have felt her there. He turned slowly, giving her time to run if she chose. Then their eyes met and she couldn't have left again. Her heart caught in her chest and she did run--but she ran to him this time. And Dave ran to meet her.
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