I was flying from STX to MIA. It was the mid-1980s. I got bumped up to first class. A woman sat down with me. We spoke of mothers and self. We shared our hearts in abundance. A sweet love formed between us. Sisters in the Earth's blue atmosphere.
After some hours, we shared names. I am Vicki Marsh; she was Marianne Faithfull. "Wow, wow, wow, wow," I said. We parted with hugs and kisses.
She had hours before her flight. Somehow, she was traveling without cash. I, with little, gave her $10. I thought, "Maybe for her lunch." Read more