Sticky sucky sucker......

For this short story I dont have any pictures.. but hold your shirt tails- pics will be on the next post. 

So;

I reach the air train that will take me to the D gates- Finally! after 6 long waiting hours. 

The doors open and I shuffle in with the smallest of masses, smiling at the first human beign that catches my eye. 

"You have a stick stuck to your dress." he says, pointing with one hand as the other juggles luggage. 

"What?" I wonder, as my eyes dart toward his pointing finger. 

"A stick." he repeats again. " I don't think you wanted that there, 

"Uh, no."  I say, no urge in masking the fatigue in my voice and midnights lack of humor. 

A blow pop stick. stuck to the seam of my skirt, held on by the last of it's bubble gum residue. Pointing straight out and due west. Clearly he could not have been the first to see it. 

I catch a glimpse of myself in the window above his head and realize its no secret i'm blushing in embarrassment.