Gemotions

The announcement crackled through the speakers, each syllable a blade twisting in Mark's gut. "Delayed." His daughter's first recital. A memory that would now only exist in pictures. He felt a sharp, bitter pang.

He looked over at the airline’s information desk. It was deserted, the staff probably trying to avoid irate passengers. He smirked. He had a few ideas.

He spent the next hour walking through the airport, observing every detail. He made sure to sit on a certain bench, at a certain angle. He took notes on the flight crew's routines. He would make them regret this. He had the time now.