It was 1969.

9 hours to Greece.

My first time going to Athens.

It was my first working flight.

Fresh out of training.

Excited for the prospects.

Sat in the cockpit.

The views were intense and blue.

And then they turned white.

Everything so warm and light.

His stare unnoticed.

Landing in a foreign place. 

Transported to paradise 

Mystery in the air.

Promises awaiting there.

Rooftop restaurant.

Music playing in the background.

New smells in the air. 

Foods I have never tasted.

Local Greek potions

Titillating my senses. 

"Vision blurry now.

Darkness was surrounding me.

Did I hear him knock?"

"Faint sound of music.

The waft of cigarette smoke.

A new touch that burns."

"He seemed so polished.

Crisp white shirt loosely tucked in.

A winning smile."

"Why the rush now?

We walked and talked for hours.

Came back to my room." 

"There's so much blood on the sheets. 

I don't remember.

We made love so many times..."

"What's your room number?

I am coming down right now.

Will it be safe there?"

Didn't matter now.

My roommate was in trouble.

Her door was open.

Heart pounding out of my chest, 

I entered the room.

There she stood in front of me.

Sheepishly looking,

Through sleepy darkened eyes. 

I saw no fear there.

My own vision scanned the room.

A sign of battle?

My anger poised for action.

He was putting on his shirt.

Slick black hair still wet.

He turned toward me and smiled.

If flesh could melt in seconds,

My skin surely would.

No choice but to smile back. 

Google credits to TWA (my old alma mater) and to Athens, Greece.

Memory credits:  All mine