Flight

He felt small droplets of sweat trickling down his spine. When the lady next to him gave him that wide-eyed look, it struck him that he was hyper-ventilating. He felt like reaching for the nearest paper bag but his fingers were shaking so wildly that he just pressed his hands firmly on his lap. The smell of coffee wafted in the air. It made him bolt and rush out to the nearest restroom.

"Damn! I should have taken it!" , he thought. Too bad he forgot his anti-motion sickness medication for his flight.

Written for this week's prompt "flight" from Writer's Island