Mysophobia Airline

Anne was desperate to return to her comparatively clean seat after braving the aeroplane toilet cubicle. Unfortunately, Harry had been keeping the chair warm with his sticky coke bottle. Dark effervescent liquid trickling over the edges of the upholstery as Dave wrestled for possession of Harry’s entertainment devices. The cabin was thick with the stench of half-masticated sandwiches and stealth vaping. Anne paused, remembering a moment of salvation she’d captured while washing her hands.