So the writing bug has hit, and it has hit hard. What started off as a Daily Post has undergone metamorphosis and become this fascinating idea that I would like to share with you guys. This is an excerpt from the Novelette ( a brief novel or long short story, gonna be a small thing nothing NANOWRIMO worthy) as well as the original idea from Daily Post. Enjoy!
Train stations, airport terminals, subway stops: soulless spaces full of distracted, stressed zombies, or magical sets for fleeting, interlocking human stories?
She saw the boy walk back towards the chairs at the nearby gate, looking far more despondent this time compared to the first few times. At first, she was sure it was merely curiousity leading him to the flight boards but then she noticed signs anxiety in his clenching fists, assuming he’d missed his flight. Now she was certain she knew what the kid’s story was, especially when seeing how his eyes scanned the crowds as though looking for someone, and that someone was his parents. Of course it all made sense now and unfortunately for him, he was quite a number of gates away from his parents. She’d noticed him first when he’d jumped off the passenger vehicle, only to misstep his landing and go sprawling across the tiled floor. The quick jump to his feet and shoving of his earphones back into his ears, had everyone smirking in pity and amusement much to the boy’s dismay.
Once they’d settled down at their gate, lounging atop the black leather seats nearest to the power plugs, the boy rose and animatedly gestured at his parents, taking his backpack with him before hurtling off down the walkway. More out of amusement than anything malicious at that point, she followed the boy from a distance. She watched him skip onto the passenger conveyor belt, turning around once he was on to let himself get pulled while he attempted to walk backwards on the lift, much to his amusement. By the fourth one, boredom had taken over significantly so he swiftly spun back the right way and stepped off the end of it. His head swept up towards the hanging boards, blue with white text for the flight gates and green with white print for other services; he followed the green.
At that moment she knew he was heading for the lavatories so she hung back along with her cleaning trolley, placed the little yellow sign with the cartoon man slipping, on to the floor, and slid the mop casually across the floor. When the boy stepped out, his head was down, staring at a device in his hand as he nonchalantly made his way towards the opposite side of the airport. Curious, she picked up her board and followed, wondering as she dragged her trolley if he was lost or now travelling alone. It would explain why he’d taken his backpack and the single glance towards the hanging boards and another trip along the moving floors had her assume he was now alone. She felt a smile touch her lips at the prospect.
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