Indigo

III

     Once I'd gotten off the phone, I began doing my hair. When I was finished, my hair was braided into a bun.
     I clipped my silver bracelet on. Looking at myself in the mirror, I added one last thing to my appearance. The amulet that I wore every day. It had an upside down moon with a beautiful purple stone in the middle, and a clouded crystal pendant dangling from the center.
     I checked that I had every thing for the two weeks that I would be there, then grabbed my suitcase, my messenger bag and locked the door.
     I hailed a taxi from the front door of my apartment building in Olympia.
     "Where to, Ms?" The driver asked.
     "The airport," I replied. As we pulled out of the driveway, I got one last look at my balcony.
     I could have sworn that someone in black was waving.
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     Once we'd gotten to the airport, I grabbed all of my things out of the cab.
     "THANKS," I yelled over the noise of a plane taking off.
     Grasping the handle of my suitcase, I walked through the sliding glass doors of the check in building. Overhead, I could hear a woman's voice saying,
     "Flight four o nine to Atlanta; Doors closing in five minutes."
     I ignored it and went to check my bag. When I got to the front of the line I  handed my metallic blue case to the clerk.
     He looked exceedingly bored. "What flight is this going on?" He asked in monotone. Checking my ticket, I responded as cheerily as I could, smiling.
     "Number five twenty-three to Panama City."
     He grunted as he pushed my bag onto the conveyor belt. If I had stayed for maybe a half a second longer, I would have seen the man's eyes flare dark blue for a fraction of a second.
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(AN) thanks for reading my books! Sorry if my chapters are short... The media is her amulet. Comment and vote!:)
     ~AJSmith