#wws366 — Public Fediverse posts

The soft humming of the airship envelopes Moira. The others are sitting in the living area and she can hear their voices and laughter. Here in the empty cabin, she remembers the evening before she had left. They had shared a last dinner together, and then, in silence they had each gone to their rooms. Joining them now, would they also remember the day she left? Lying on the narrow bunk of her cabin, she tries to relax in the gentle sway of the ship dancing on the waves of the wind, but her eyes just bounce from one empty wall to the next. The space around her is still empty, just as it was the day she left. She will unpack tomorrow, to make it feel more like her own again. Today, she is so tired after hours of travel, but sleep refuses to come. Maybe a quick biscuit and tea will help? She pulls up her backpack to get both, pulls out the tin of tea and then remembers. She forgot the bag with the biscuits she had picked up at the station on the train! Just a day ago, she could have simply gone to a shop to pick up a fresh pack. But up in the air, she would have to do without. Disappointed she lets the backpack sink onto the floor and stretches on the bed, staring at the empty walls. If she hadn't left, she would have a stash sitting under the bunk. Instinctively she feels for the old tin where she used to keep her stash before she left. And there it is, and heavy. She sits up and pulls the tin out from under the bed, and carefully pries it open. On top of a batch of ginger biscuits sits a note: "Welcome home, Moira." And each of the crew has scribbled a small note for her. She reads them each carefully, tears filing her eyes. She lifts the tin to her nose and inhales the smell of the freshly made cookies. She smiles. Who needs a shop, when you have a friends to rely on? She joins the others in the living room. Maybe she is not so tired after all.

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