write a fiction or creative non-fiction piece set entirely in an airport. Take us on an adventure in 450 words or less.
I grabbed my coffee from the tired looking barista,the bags under her eyes suggested an early morning shift. I felt the outside of my jacket pocket making sure I had my phone and a pack of Marlboro. All I had to do was find an empty seat at the Delta waiting gate. Time was going by too slow for me. You would not know that by simply watching the comings and goings of the people in Sea-Tac airport. Everyone was in some kind of hurry, at least it seemed that way to an outsider.
The flight attendants rushing to make their flight as they glance down at their wrist for the time, the business men and women with their laptop and fancy matching bags, the solider who looked as if he was saying good bye to his wife,but maybe not? Don’t the soldiers leave with their platoon? Over by the soda machine looks to be a twenty something year old son who was joyfully greeting his parents. That’s how it should be. That will not be how I am greeted.
I should not even be here. I know he will not be on the plane. Things are different now and they have been for a very long time. Jack and I had no control over situations, yet here I am, and I am feeling like I am giving what little control I have over to the unknown.
It has been three years since I have seen my husband. Three years since that fateful night at our local Italian restaurant. The night where everything changed.
Our fate was chosen for us that night, and yet, here I am, waiting for him, knowing he wont show up. I should have just accepted it then.
“Delta flight number 502 is now approaching the terminal”
That’s his plane. Assuming he is on it of course. I need a smoke. There is nowhere to smoke in this airport without walking a mile outside.
I threw my already cold coffee away and waited. Should I put my hair up? He always liked my hair up. What am I talking about? After three years, the last thing he will notice is my hair. Do I even care anymore what he thinks about my freakin hair much less everything else?
I cannot do this;I have to do this. I have to wait.
Just like that night, I waited.
Slowly, one by one, passenger after passenger emerged from the gate. I did not see Jack, I already knew this, yet I could not leave. I had to wait to make sure every last person was off the plane.
There was an older man, early 70’s with an overcoat and fedora. As soon as he came through the gate he tipped his hat to security while a much younger, attractive female ran into his arms,then, then that’s when I saw the familiar face.
“Hey Gina,it’s been awhile”
I already knew the answer to my question.
“Where is Jack, where is my husband?”