Joel glanced up at the electronic display that showed the status of all outbound flights. His flight home was delayed by at least two more hours. That meant that the kids, and maybe even his wife, would be asleep by the time he got home.
Joel’s job paid very well, but he’d grown tired of spending more time in airports and on airplanes than he did at home with his family. He was sick of spending more nights in hotel beds than in his own bed.
When he saw that his flight home was canceled, that was the last straw.
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit goes to Rochelle.