Her eye lids were heavy and beyond her control. A sensation of cold was seeping beneath her skin. A faint scent drifted in the air, of alcohol and sweat and coffee and violets. She tried to battle the mist surrounding her thoughts, tasting the fear but unable to scream. Then came the light, slowly at first. First one eye, then the other. She felt the cold disappearing, felt the warmth of a hand covering hers. “Why do you fly so much, when you know you hate it” said her husband releasing her hand and waving for another G & T.
My 1st attempt at 100 words for FridayFiction