Short Stories

Airport

Shifting uncomfortably on the cheap, plastic chair, I stared out into the crowd as it bustled past. Every individual had their own story, their own goals. Behind, the sun slowly, but steadily, rose, peaking out  from behind the horizon. A plane lifted off, little kids stopping to gape, as their parents smiled at them, pulling them along.

It was early, too early. As I glanced at my phone, seeing numbers I'd never seen before on the clock, I stifled a yawn. My bed was a far preferred option to here, where, between the noisy people and reflective floor, you couldn't find a quiet spot even if you tried.

Suddenly a man tripped, sending his belongings flying. A dark blue pen rolled over to me, coming to a stop at my foot. Gold writing was engraved into, and I picked it up to return it.

"Oh, thank you!", he cried, reaching for it frantically. I raised my eyebrow at his strange behavior. "It was from my father." Oh, that makes sense, I guess. 

"Your welcome." I replied uncomfortably, feeling several eyes on me.

"Kassie!" A sudden cry from the behind me allowed me to pull away and disappear into the crowd. Thank goodness for that.