“Move aside you filthy little brat” gnarled the old man in khaki as he shoved her away from the entrance.
As she lay on the tarred road, her flowers scattered on the ground and her knees bruised, she watched some shiny new cars whiz past her into the busy airport.
As she picked up her basket of flowers and dusted her soiled rags, she heard the sound of the aeroplane soaring up into the sky. She looked up at the plane and watched it till it disappeared into the clouds.
Meanwhile, high up in the sky, peeping out of the flight’s window little Joanne squealed with excitement as the airport below her vanished out of sight and she was surrounded by fluffy white clouds on all sides.