The Holiday

“Mrs Fletcher never did with flying,” the old man said. “Death-traps, she called planes. But me son insisted. Da, he said, it’s been a year since Mum passed. You go see the world now, he said. Ah, God rest her soul, she’d faint, she would, if she knew. Death-traps.” He shook his head at the memory.

The stewardess smiled and moved on. Old men. 

Later, at Palma de Mallorca Airport, there was quite the hubbub when she tried to rouse Mr Fletcher.

It turned out that Mrs Fletcher might have been right after all.