by Isabel Galen » Fri Apr 06, 2012 12:43 am
Isabel was sitting in the departure lounge of Indira Gandhi International airport. There was nothing suspicious, nothing sinister about her. Just a young woman, reading a magazine. Then, she got up from her seat and headed to the washroom. On the way there, she gave typhoid to a woman bound for Saudi Arabia, dysentery to a girl traveling to Moscow, gave polio to a janitor, influenza to three young men on their way to Japan. On the way back, she passed bubonic plague to a hippie backpacker on his way to Nepal, and its air borne cousin to a Nepali musician on her way to Australia. She considered passing on the Ebola, but decided to wait until she got to the next airport.