The Very Last Seat On The Plane

Less than twelve hours before take-off, after her brother called from far-off California, her place of original derivation, Gwendolyn booked a flight on Southwest Airlines, the only coterie of the aerial velocity where she was able to muster up a ticket for this kind of urgency. Urgency, because you see, Gwendolyn's Dad of forty odd years had just suffered a massive heart attack, declared legally dead for approximately one half hour, and through the fortune or misfortune of modern technology, first responders were able to bring him back to life, from a legal perspective only, the second Friday in June 2016 between the hours of 10:20 and 10:50 a.m. By the time Gwendolyn received news of this, it was Monday, and she could not have been in a higher geographical location in Montana, on a National Bison Range, no less, crowded by snow covered mountain peaks. Returned home she did to Florida, on Tuesday. She booked a flight Wednesday night for Thursday before sunrise, arriving in Los Angeles at 9:50 a.m. Not knowing what to expect, and hoping for the best, yet in her heart, she knew... She knew she would be visiting her dad on his deathbed, and more than likely assisting in the advising of "pulling the plug," from life support. From Tampa to Las Vegas was tough: Flying out of tropical depressions always are. Yet, from Las Vegas to Los Angeles proved to be the last thing Gwendolyn had expected, as she seized the last seat on the plane in the very first row, left side, middle seat, between an old man in the aisle, and the window seat already inherited by a man, who was quite attractive, with model-type healthy hair, the darkest blue eyes she had ever seen, in his thirties, painfully fit, and although she found out later around the baggage belt, about 6'7" in height, who preoccupied his time by reviewing the Wisconsin volleyball athletes he coached on his portable electronic tablet. "Is this seat taken?" Gwendolyn asked both men, to her immediate left, referring to the seat in between them, yet more directed toward the man by the window.