Published on March 9th, 2012 | by thetoolsman28
Landing With A Thud
“Excuse me, ma’am. Excuse me. I think you dropped something…”, the voice broke into her consciousness. She turned around, eyes narrowed, irritated, on the defensive and ready to drop him with a withering glare. He had the greyest eyes she’d ever seen. In that split second where her mind tried to reconcile those mesmerising eyes with his complexion which was of obvious Afro Ethnic persuasion, her lips replied & her hand reached out to accept what he was offering her. Words were coming out of her mouth but she wasn’t sure what she was saying. She HAD dropped something, it barely registered. She looked down, it was her notebook. She had all sorts of random notes & designs in there. Anything that popped into her ever-whirling brain in the course of her day went in there. She’d have been inconsolable if she’d lost it.
“Thank you so much! How can I ever repay you?”, she thought he might consider it a bit odd that she was so effusive but she didn’t take the time to process that, she couldn’t believe she’d almost lost another notebook! “I guess you could always buy me coffee”, he replied with a smile… So she bought coffee and they talked. For hours. The time flew by but she barely noticed. They talked about all the places he’d been and all the places she wanted to go.
“May I have your attention please? This is the last call for Eagle Air flight 1405 to Lagos.” Somehow they’d missed the initial boarding call, as they walked through the departure lounge to the boarding gates she took a brief moment to register to herself her pleasure that they seemed to be on the same flight. They boarded the plane & talked some more. He flashed a smile at ‘Stacey’, the pretty stewardess & she wrangled him a seat next to her… The baby in 6H cried all through but she only saw his lips move as they swapped stories, anecdotes & dreams. It was the best flight ever. They made plans, next time he came to London they’d see ‘Swan Lake’. She’d heard it was haunting & sad, he promised to introduce her to all his favourite paintings at the Tate Modern.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have commenced our descent into the city of Lagos. Please fasten your seatbelts…” They continued talking. All through baggage claim and customs, the chatter flowed. Perhaps even more, because it seemed the journey was drawing to a close. Luggage claimed they swapped numbers & made more plans, dinner & then dancing at his favourite club. As they walked out of the arrival hall, her heavy luggage ensuring she was just a few steps behind his tall and bulky frame, she heard a squeal and out of left-field the cutest little girl launched herself into his broad arms! “Daddy!!! You’re home!!!” He swept her up…she had his eyes. She lingered behind as he strode purposefully over towards the waiting crowd. And then she saw the end of his trajectory. She was petite & extremely stunning, clearly ecstatic to see him. She was also pregnant. Somehow he’d forgotten to mention he was married…
Hey people, Toolsman here. So while we are putting final touches to the all new Wet Friday’s section, we’ll still run some of the short stories we had sent in. Once again, I’ve decided not to edit this because the writer wants your honest feedback. Use the comment box below to speak your mind. Cheers.