Overheard at Table 2: Red Eye

Red Eye

From their seats in Business Class, Claude and Ivan heard the screams from the back of the airplane.

Claude, in the aisle seat, turned around to see the Flight Attendant with her hands over her mouth, staring in horror at something propped on the bottom shelf inside the trolley cart.

"Oh!" said Claude.  "So THAT's where I left the head."

"What?" said Ivan.  The other passengers were now turned around, standing up, straining their necks to see the commotion.   "Are you telling me you couldn't control your urges for ONE 5-hour flight?"

"The bloke in 12B smelled like a most delicious A-negative," Claude replied.  "Tasted the same, as well."

Ivan shook his head.  "So where's the rest of him?"

"Most of him is in the toilet in the forward lavatory.  Most likely that'll back up should someone use it."

Ivan sighed.  "Impossible. You're like a traveling Carrion Feast!"

"Annnnd, an arm or two are in the overhead compartment to our left," Claude said.  "Also, I wouldn't look under 5B if I were you."

"I swear by the Dark," Ivan said, "I am never flying with you again!"

 

Horrorprompt #2223 Carrion Feast