As she sat across the travel agent, she couldn’t help but notice how cheeky the decorations of this place were. Cut outs of flamingoes and toucans were pasted up on the otherwise sterile walls accompanied by streamers and tinsel, and the sound quality coming out of those outdated speakers was enough to make a dog whimper. This place exemplified her hometown, a place she’d been living for thirty-five years.
“Would you like to pay with credit or check?”
She handed over her card.
“Thank you. Enjoy your trip to—where is it again? Let me check.”
Anywhere but here, she thought.
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