Trev had got himself into a bit of a pickle, well not just a bit of one, he was sinking into a vat of Branston and it was dragging him down. He looked at the plane tracker app on his phone; flight BA 849 from Zagreb had taken off exactly on time. That would make most people happy, but not Trev.
At the start, Josie had been a relationship of convenience; just a cuddle and a kiss to fill the lonely nights while Allie did her year abroad. Trev saw her as ‘Allie by proxy’ and Josie seemed happy to go along with that. But Trev didn't do detached very well; how could you get up close and personal like that and not fall for those beautiful, blue eyes, the sultry smile, and the infectious giggle - not to mention the wild lovemaking? Trev had only gone and fallen in love. Could you love two people at the same time? Trev didn't use to think so, but now he did.
He glanced at plane tracker again, the plane had just passed over Trieste, Allie was about 2 hours away. He thought of her fragile face, the way her eyes creased in the same way whether she smiled or cried, the way her cheeks went rosy when she told stories, they way her voice cracked when she got upset.
He wondered how many people looked at the plane tracker on their phone hoping the plane would disappear, hoping the pilot was suicidal or the plane had developed a fault. Hoping terrorists had a surface to air missile just outside Munich ready to shoot down passenger planes. If that blue flashing plane disappeared from the screen, all his problems would be over. Oh he'd be broken hearted or course, but he could live with that. Could Allie live with his rejection? Was it a sudden violent death better than finding out your partner had cheated with another woman and got her pregnant?
The sun was shining, the app showed the plane over Luxemburg, the estimated time of arrival ticked forward three minutes, the Underground was running a near perfect service, everything was going wrong.