BRIGHT SATURDAY

And there she was this woman and girl, child and grandmother, virgin and slut, believer and needer, pilgrim and analyst, leader and loser, a heterosexual lesbian so confused about where she was going or what she was doing, forgetting her own name while she flicked through the society magazines of celebrities, which usually she would have bought but now she was too old to steal and having just turned down a job to the only company she send her CV to and wanted to work for could not justify buying. Not actually realizing that a bigger celebrity than all the ones in the magazines was waiting for her in the airport at the other end of the plane, she nearly missed forgetting who she was until her name was being announced on the tannoy for final call in Heathrow. And, as she ran to the plane she did not quite realize that this departure was about to change her life and the person she believed she was forever. So as she smiled realizing her seat was 2B and most of the plane wouldn’t know it was her who had held it up she buckled up and prepared for take-off and flew far away from everyone she knew, everything she thought she knew and into the unknown