“Hey, you can’t be here!”
She peeled her eyes away from the planes and faced the agent.
“Sorry, I just – I needed a closer look.”
The agent stared at her impassively.
“Where were you?!” Her friend was frantic.
“I needed a closer look.”
“They’re planes. They fly. What else do you need to see?”
“Look how dark the clouds are.”
“Are you worried the pilots can’t see? Come on. Besides, the sun’s out.”
She grabbed her bag. “Never mind.”
Her friend touched her shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. But have you noticed – we need to fly through the dark clouds to get to the sun.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Photo prompt: