travellingflying fear

The man came up to the bus stop where we were waiting to go into Edinburgh.

We smiled, he smiled.

We began chatting.

He confessed next month he was going to fly for the first -- to Rome -- and he was scared.

Most men in their fifties don't admit fear to strangers.

We reassured him it would be short.

We didn't tell him about security. Probably he would never make Rome if we did.