Attention Span and Other Stories

s clear they've no tolerance for trouble. Their stares are as sharp as their voices, one transgression after

ut they know our grumbles are hollow. Although there are far fewer of them tha

our optimism. But I suppose fourteen hours and no sleep will do that to folk. We all look rough: the

en we get there. I just want to arrive, to get this pa

And I think they knew that with insufficient water, we'd weaken, become drowsy, cau

rge of regret. I was conned by the ambiguous promises, the idy

the man next to me. 'It's the last

, so even with my neck craned, I can't glimpse daylight. And I

to me, nowhere to put his chunky legs and wide shoulders. Every time I dozed off, another of his limbs intruded. I know he didn't mean anything by it. There's just no es

neighbour. 'Clouds now.

rk-haired woman on my other side, 'before you bou

drone of the engine:

t minute attempt to make sure nobody's out of line. This is th

tte, 'they tell me it's nice

s. 'It is. I wouldn't wa

m beneath me. As the wheels come down, t

be arriving at London Heathrow. Cabin c

n is about