It looked ordinary, as if it was any other waiting room for exit flights. It was not what I expected as this was no ordinary airport. No one seemed as anxious as I was, maybe it wasn’t their first time. I hesitated, trying to find a section of three seats where I could sit in the middle and not have to deal with strangers. That would be happening soon enough.
Sitting next to a railing, feeling safe on one side at least, turned my attention to the others in the space. I wondered if anyone else was traveling to Hell.
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The Bag Lady 
Interesting symbolism.
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Good one. I kinda get that feeling when visiting the in-laws – not really but close.
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Love it….
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well done!
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Should have said well
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Works good as a symbol , or even for a trip to the real Hell
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Thanks!
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