Chapter 1 – Extract 12 from The Paradise Induction!
The odour began to retreat and just as clean oxygen appeared to surface, the stench slithered back into the atmosphere, drowning Chris with its thick breath.
He shut his nasal cavity, but in breathing through his mouth, he could almost taste the tangibility of mouldy cheese on his tongue.
“Oh for Christ’s sake!” shouted a well-spoken, British pensioner as he rose from his seat and moved to the restroom area; many people had gathered around the space near the toilets to escape.
Some who were enduring the cloud, chuckled quietly, perhaps in nervous disbelief at how terrible the smell was. Others shared in the man’s anger with deeply etched frowns.
The stink intensified, the heat of it brushing Chris’ face. He watched as more people, stood up. One was visibly complaining to the cabin crew, while he saw another raise his head to the sky and breathe an exhalation of relief.
Someone on the plane had a great deal to answer for.
To his side, Chris heard Darren beginning to wretch.
“Oh love,” Eadie said. “Are you alright?”
It happened so fast that the wetness on the bridge of Chris’ nose and lips, confirmed its reality.
The child had projectile vomited over his seat, spraying the screen in front of him with yellow clumps, forcing bits to rebound into his mother’s lap and Chris’ face.
“Oh dear! What have you done?” she exclaimed. “Oh dear, oh dear. So sorry about this,” she said, talking to Chris.