The Airport Lounge
The airport lounge was a void of beige carpets and flickering fluorescent lights. It was a place designed for the temporary, a transit zone where identity was reduced to a boarding pass and a seat number. Arthur sat in chair 42, staring at the digital display of delayed flights. Then Claire sat in chair 43. They didn't look at each other for a long time. The silence was a heavy, suffocating...
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