The Epic Holiday

Upon receiving his boarding pass to Manila, Philippines, he noticed a white classic piano located near the weighing area. He suddenly remembered his childhood; his musical life and his non-stop flight to Manila.

Christopher breathed heavily as he rummaged for his sleeping pills and his bottled water which must be drank for a relaxing trip. Drinking his water, he noticed the time. 8:01 it reads. "Holy..." his mouth exits the word with slight anger. A sudden amusement overwhelmed him as he realised he was running late. His boarding time was supposed to be 8:00. He thought about the immigration section, the security section and how it would take tonnes of minutes to get to his gate, which was gate 30 ( the furthest gate among all gate ).

The water remained in his mouth; he almost choked. He was late. Tension began building up. But instead of sprinting to his gate, he decided that noting the ground steward/ess was a wise idea. However, he saw no one. He only saw people walking in different tempos.

8:10, his golden watch screamed. His feelings combined a mixture of amusement and fear. Meanwhile, his fear of being left by the plane increased dramatically as he heard his name being announced by one of the stewardess.

His cheeks blushed. He never felt so ashamed in his life since when he was bullied back in Year 4 by a monstruos guy in Year 6. Ignoring the numerous heads that passed as he jolted to his designated gate, he dropped his boarding pass; not knowing. At a great distance, he saw emptiness surrounding the gate. But the plane was still there. He checked his pocket. The absence of his boarding pass alarmed him.

Out of nowhere, a ground steward approached him. Displaying a worried but friendly face he asked, " Sir?" "Yes. I... I've lost my boarding pass" he replied. Pointing at his plane he declared, "There's my plane!" he spotted his plane reversing in a slow pace. " I'm afraid that we can't do anything about that, sir." " I think waiting for the next one is the wisest idea" he added.

His body ached. Ached of movement and distress. His mood swiftly changed as he planted himself to one of the seats. Exhausted, he fell into a deep sleep...

©Leejoshua