Prompts = Case, Snail, Grey
I was tired, looking forward to a quiet flight on the red eye. I’d already let my two seat mates into the row; I hoped I could stretch out in my isle seat. And that they had big, empty bladders.
I was gazing in the row opposite when a large snail emerged onto the shoulder of the passenger.
What. The. Hell.
Before I could wonder further, a stewardess came over.
‘Mr. Grey?’
‘Yes?’
‘What’s that?’
‘My service animal. Here’s the paperwork.’
She glanced at it, then walked away. His case made, he appeared happy.
I drifted off, dreaming of escargot.
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