The tricolour flag was flowing on top of the building. I looked up as I approached the steps, paused to draw strength as the flag of my country billowed in the light summer’s breeze.
‘Ready?’ Matty asked.
‘Ready.’ I wasn’t though.
He clasped my hand; we walked up the steps. The structure of the edifice stretched upwards, eclipsing the sun’s glare. A chill descended over me as we got to the front doors. I shivered.
‘You cold?’ Matty was already shrugging out of his jacket.
‘A bit.’ I smiled gratefully as he slung it around my shoulders. He pulled me in close, kissed my forehead.
‘Gonna be right with you, all the way,’ he said.
I nodded. I felt my last cup of tea slosh inside me and I worried it would make its way up and out at an inopportune moment.
‘Let’s do this, then,’ I said mustering all the false bravado I could manage.
‘Everything will be alright,’ Matty said. ‘We’ll get your passport back.’
‘The flight home’s in a week. D’ya think we’ll make it?’
‘Only one way to find out.’
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I dread the thought of losing important travel documents when overseas, especially somewhere when I’m alone and not familiar with.
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Yes it’s a scary thought. Fortunately not many of us are going anywhere o/s soon 😥🙄
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One less fear to worry about 😂
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Good use of the prompts!
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🙏
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