Clinging to a Glimmer of Hope

Feeling a flicker of hope, Beatrice handed her passport to a flight attendant who seemed more willing to help. This staff, without a hint of annoyance, took the passport, ignoring the sharp glare from her less understanding colleague. She gave a quick, reassuring shrug and then stepped off the plane to check at the reception desk.

The passengers around them sighed, clearly unhappy about the delay. Beatrice’s nerves were on edge as she watched the attendant’s every step, praying this would finally resolve the mess. Each moment stretched endlessly, her anxiety building as she held onto the slim chance that this would finally bring the nightmare to an end.