__top__: Wordfast

She smiled. Folded the ticket into a paper crane. And let it fly.

She called it home , that cramped little flat with the rattling windows and the kettle that always whistled too long. But home was a lie she told herself every morning. Home was a word you hung on a hook by the door, just in case you needed to find your way back. wordfast

The announcement crackled. Flight 714 to Anywhere But Here now boarding. She smiled