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I like these flavors but not in the airportby Jey Sushil
I was trying not to think, or possibly I was not in the mental state to think anymore. It had been 40 hours since I slept, arranging for my sudden fli...
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The Red KiteMilo found a red kite tangled in the old mango tree behind his house. Its tail was torn, and one wooden stick had snapped. He almost threw it away, but something about its bright color made him carry it insid...
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Busted by a Beagleby Connie Timpson
It wasn’t a matter of scary people with explosives, drugs, or even overspending without reporting. It was a matter of apples. Red ones. Jet lagg...
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Just Order the Chickenby Tabitha Neaux as told to Max Schweikarth
I didn’t eat anything that day. Hell, I usually never eat before long flights as I have a pretty sensitive stomach. But because I didn’t e...
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Free Mealby Miller Nichols
We had always driven out there. A two-day road trip to Santa Fe, New Mexico, was a regular, biannual pilgrimage for me and my family to visit my dad&r...
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A Pylsur off the Planeby Phoebe Swetish
Supposedly, there is a law stating that every word in the Icelandic language must contain at least one acute accent, indicating an elongated or emphas...
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Diaries Of A (Slightly) Deranged Travelerby Benjamin Rietema
As I writing these words, I’m sitting in a small aluminum tube about 38,000 feet above the frigid waters of the Pacific—where I’m su...
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The Peanut Treeby Madeleine Feola
My fingers wind their way into my earbud cord, faded bluish and dreamlike in the dim glow of the seatback screen. Wrapping the black wire around my th...
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Hash Brownsby Ben Read
The only time I’ve ever eaten McDonald’s without feeling guilt was in the Denver Airport. I was hungry. The hash browns were good. Who car...
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Swissair Sandwichby Amy Gutierrez
I watch as the man chews. He chews big, big, big and then tiny (chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp). He bites into the gooey cheese sandwich, jaws locking and...
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God, Please Let Me Fitby Rebecca Renee Hess
I am overweight. Since childhood, size has defined me. Teased, tormented and taunted as a kid because of my butt and belly, adulthood and obesity pres...
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The Taste of Guiltby Alethea Kehas
Each summer when I was a child, my sister and I would fly 3,000 miles across the country to visit a place my mother was trying to forget. We drove fro...
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A Missing Forkby Ramona Scarborough
I was on a diet...again. So when I got on the airplane in Portland to fly to Sacramento, I brought a salad. When I reached the security checkpoi...
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