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- From: pcurtis@willamette.edu (Paul E. Curtis)
- Subject: A story--revised
- Message-ID: <By6HqJ.4wI@willamette.edu>
- Organization: Willamette University, Salem OR
- Date: Mon, 23 Nov 1992 16:56:42 GMT
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-
- Well folks, I've just revised the short story that I posted a week ago (the
- reason why should be pretty obvious). So, without futher ado, here is:
-
- ...transit (rev. 1.1)
- ----------
-
- /British Airways wishes to announce the imminent departure of flight 84 to
- London Heathrow. Will all passengers boarding this flight please proceed
- immediately to gate D-7. Thank you./
-
- Unshaven and jet-lagged, he slumped forward in the plastic airport seat,
- resting his face on his hands. He checked his watch for the second time in
- five minutes, and after mentally adjusting for the time zone he was now in,
- realized that his flight wouldn't be boarding for three hours, yet. Three
- hours, and nothing but a four day old copy of the International Herald Tribune
- to keep him occupied. He sighed, and unfolded the paper to reread the same
- articles one more time.
-
- He would've continued studying the article about the recent turmoil in Zaire,
- if not for the astonishingly pretty woman who, at that moment, sat down next
- to him.
-
- He would've returned to the paper, studying the articles even more intently,
- if she hadn't met his furtive glance with the sweetest smile he'd seen in a
- long time.
-
- He would've blushed, but he didn't have time, as she immediately engaged him in
- conversation.
-
- "So--where are _you_ going?"
-
- * * * * *
-
- /The Airport Authority wishes to announce that baggage is not to be left
- unattended in the terminal. A left luggage service is available on the
- second floor of the main concourse. Please report any unattended baggage you
- may see to a security officer immediately. Thank you./
-
- Airport cafes are not known for the quality of their coffee. In fact, even
- after adding two packets of non-dairy creamer and two packets of Sweet-N-Low
- to his cup, the stuff still tasted vile. This once, however, he didn't mind,
- as the company was...enchanting. At first, he was very self-conscious, aware
- that in his tired, dazed state, he was perhaps not projecting the best
- possible image of himself, but she didn't seem to mind. In fact, she appeared
- as charmed by him as he was by her--and they had so much in common! Strange,
- considering that they not only came from different backgrounds, but even from
- different parts of the world. Still, there was much to talk about--music,
- politics, philosophy, Love...and a long, serene gaze into each other's eyes
- was broken only when a waitress snatched away their cups, delivering them a
- stern look which seemed to imply, "An hour is time enough for you to drink
- your coffee, thankyouverymuch!"
-
- * * * * *
-
- /The White Zone is for loading and unloading only. If you gotta load or
- unload, go to the White Zone. You'll love it. It's a way of life./
-
- Airports are busy places. At most times of the day, it is difficult to escape
- the bustle of humanity which they are built to accomodate. Still, there are
- some corridors where there is little to disturb the intruder, apart from the
- antiseptic, perfumed atmosphere, the flourescent lighting, and a security
- camera or two mounted on the ceiling. It was into one of these corridors that
- the two travellers walked. As the airport P.A. system played a Muzak version
- of the Arthur Brown song, "Fire," they sat down against the wall, put their
- arms around each other, closed their eyes, and drifted away, serene in each
- other's company.
-
- * * * * *
-
- /Hello, this is your captain speaking. The pre-flight checks are nearly
- complete, and we will be taking off shortly. Once again, we hope you have a
- pleasant flight, and think you for flying United./
-
- They had parted, as they had always known that they must. Oh, they'd
- exchanged addresses, and promised to write frequently, but it was little
- consolation. He sat in his economy-class seat, still unshaven, still
- jet-lagged, and nearly as despondent as he'd ever been. Why is it that we
- meet the most intriguing people at the most inopportune times? Why doesn't
- romance ever cooperate with the business of life?
-
- And why, oh why, couldn't he have been born 5,000 miles away, to share his
- life with the most special person he had ever known?
-
- He sighed heavily, and with his copy of the International Herald Tribune
- tucked well away in the overhead luggage bin, instead opened his duty-free
- bag, to examine the liter of Sherry he'd bought prior to take-off.
-
- Inside the bag, alongside his bottle of wine, he found a single red rose.
-
- So, he thought, there is some justice in the world, after all--and instead of
- cursing whoever had invented Love, he praised the person whose idea it was to
- put a florist's shop in the airport. Some things are worth the pain.
-
- He even managed a smile, as the airplane flew over the hills and far away.
-
- pec/11-16
- revised to include a reference to fire: 11-23
-
- * * * * *
-
- Take it away, Julie...
-
- --Paul Curtis
-
-