Chapter Seventeen

The airport was strangely busy for eight o’clock at night.  Abbey waited in the ticket line, her shoulders hunched in defeat.  She was done.  She was leaving. 

Abbey turned off her cell phone.  It began ringing seconds after the cab pulled from the hotel.  She didn’t want to talk to Sloan.  Ever.  The betrayal was too much.  She trusted him with her heart and soul and he used her.  Now she was done with him.

She didn’t notice when the woman at the ticket counter called for her.  The man behind her nudged her to attention.  Abbey shuffled to the counter and pulled her wallet from her carry-on bag.  “A ticket to New York City.  One way.  As soon as possible.”

“Certainly.”  The woman tossed her graying blond hair over her shoulder and typed furiously.  She studied the screen.  “I have a flight leaving in 45 minutes for La Guardia.  The price of that ticket will be…”

Abbey interrupted her silently by holding out her bank card and drivers license pinched between her index finger and thumb.  The woman behind the counter hesitantly took it.  “Certainly.”

Abbey watched as the woman typed a little more then swiped the card through the card machine with a vigorous motion.  She paused as she watched the screen.

“Ms. Wright, I am afraid your card has been declined,” she announced quietly.

“It can’t be.  Please try it again.”

The woman nodded and swiped the card again.  After a moment she shook her head.

“Do you have another card, Ms. Wright?”

Abbey exhaled frustrated.  “Why is it being declined?  Does it say?”

“Insufficient funds.”

“That’s impossible.  I just put money in there.”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Wright.  Do you have another card?”

Abbey sighed again and opened her wallet.  She stopped as her eyes rested on the only other card in her wallet – a MasterCard her mother gave her for emergencies.  Abbey slipped it out and handed the card to the woman behind the counter.  This whole night certainly constituted as an emergency.  She would pay her mother back once she cleared up the mess with the bank in the morning.

The woman swiped the new card.  After a moment of staring at her screen she smiled then continued to type.  She handed Abbey a slip to sign then gathered the cards, receipts and ticket.

“Thank you for flying with us!” she finished.

Abbey silently gathered her things.  She forced a smile for the woman behind the counter before she shuffled away.


About triciaandersen

I am the author and illustrator of the children's book "The Peculiar Princess". I am also the author of two adult fantasy romance novels, "The Sorceress of Savon" and "The Woodcutter King of Muladin". Along with being an author I am married to a wonderful guy and have three beautiful children. I coach youth track and field, sew and chase my children around to their various activities.

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