100 words: Away

We share the remains of a bottle of wine, a thimbleful or so each from the bottom of a bottle of Greek red. Tiny glasses are an affectation we picked up with friends while on a trip to London; there’s something special about this Alice in Wonderland scale measure.

Then we sit in companionable silence as three different clocks tick away the moments; a couple of hours until I pack, seventeen hours until the cab, twenty hours until the flight. And four days after that flight leaves I will land back in England.

I tell myself it is no time.