But each kick against Carl’s seat felt like a small explosion, jolting him forward. The thin airline seat cushion provided no protection as the boy’s sneakers collided forcefully with the plastic composite backing. Thud. Thud. The impacts came in an unrelenting assault on Carl’s lower back and shoulders.
How could this child have so much strength and stamina in those short, stubby legs? The kicks were growing harder, the boy putting his full weight into them now. Each one reverberated through Carl’s tense body. He clenched his teeth, trying hard to keep his expression neutral, hoping not to draw attention.
However, after enduring a few more forceful kicks, Carl’s patience finally snapped. He quickly turned around and fixed a stern look on the young boy, whose cheeky grin disappeared at once. “You sure have a lot of energy, huh?” Carl said, his voice raised in frustration.
This outburst of frustration immediately drew the gaze of nearby passengers, casting a momentary, awkward hush over their part of the cabin. Carl turned back around, feeling his heart pounding from the stir he had caused. He hoped this incident had finally caught the attention of the boy’s mother, prompting her to intervene and put an end to her son’s disruptive kicking.
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