The Flight Of Death

Make way for our 10th entry to the ‘And then…’ contest. Just reminding, I am not disclosing the author‘s name now so that we can have a fair voting. The write-ups would be posted in the order I receive them… Here are the rules & hints and here is The Scene…

For two years, Liz had shared her deepest thoughts and failings with him…It was a close bond…and she saw him after 3 years today.

She didn’t know how to react. While she was thankful that her LV belongings didn’t spill out completely when she bumped into the stewardess and that, he hadn’t seen her fall into that handsome man’s lap…(It would’ve been embarrassing!!) , she was also apprehensive of the long journey ahead.

She watched him through her ‘’extra powerful womanly peripheral vision’’. He looked deeply engrossed. Liz wondered, ‘’Autocar and Bose head phones would surely make a man oblivious to his surroundings!!’’ Little did she know, she was being watched as keenly!!

Once seated comfortably, with closed eyes, she promised to herself never to repeat what she did today. However, in her heart, she knew she was a ‘serial promise breaker’. Her thoughts were broken by a sharp “hi”…a voice she could recognise even in deep sleep…it was the man beside her…Dr. Jekyll !!

“Hello doc”…Liz said…the conversation began. They never discussed her problems. Doctor Jekyll was shifting base from Hong Kong to Sydney. Liz was confident that he believed that she was cured but she knew the reason why she always felt like being chased by a cheetah.

As the flight prepared for landing, he gave his new visiting card to her. “But doc, i don’t need it anymore” she said. “You never know!!” was the doctor’s reply as they parted ways…

Later, when she was unpacking in her hotel room, Liz saw the card…it had something scribbled on its backside…

“The man u stumbled upon was my father. He was sitting in the next row and I saw you stealing his wallet. Keeping my patient’s problems a secret is my duty. Moreover, I didn’t want to embarrass you…I know i‘ve cured you today. You WILL come and return the wallet to get rid of the burden of “Kleptomania” from your own shoulders. See you soon!!”……….

………Despite getting caught for the first time, Liz felt relieved because she knew that both her disorder and ‘the cheetah’ were dead today…:)

Moral:  you are being watched at all times…stay, act and behave appropriate!


Life – Lost and Found!!!

Here’s another entry to the ‘And then…’ contest. Just reminding, I am not disclosing the author‘s name now so that we can have a fair voting. The write-ups would be posted in the order I receive them… Here are the rules & hints and here is The Scene…

And she was instantly transported to the warm, humid evening of 18 years ago. She was 12 years old and had gone to the Bahamas with her parents. To enjoy. To relish the fun and frolic. In one of the umpteen evening cookouts, she went out to an open air cooking restaurant with live music and luau wearing waiters and waitresses passing the freshly grilled food.

The entire evening was suffused with the sweet smells of roasted beef, sweet apples, musky smell of freshly brewed beer and the ever fresh fragrance of night lilies. She has had enough of this entire adult “fun”. All she wanted was someone of her own age. So she went for a little stroll around the restaurant, with people generally goofing around.

But she was also liking how everyone was in high spirits and how the surroundings themselves were uplifting the souls; how she was liking the gentle reassuring presence of hundreds of people around themselves with no particular hurry to get things done, quiet unlike the hectic NewYork lifestyle that she was used to. It was like discovering a new side of herself, and she relished it.

And then she came across a birthday party. A lot of boys and girls having fun and she decided to join in. at her age, usually girls dance together because the boys are too shy to ask them. And then she saw him. He was 13, 14 at max with fair olive skin, dark hair and deep see green eyes. And she could not keep her eyes off him. And he saw her too. He, then, asked her to dance, and so they had the first dance and then the second and then many more to follow. And then they started to talk, And you know what it is when you like someone, you know it at once; well, she liked him a lot.

And then they kissed, for the first time and she fell in love with him just for that, for the simple, untainted way in which they touched the lips.

And then, all of a sudden, all that she was missing came back to her. In that cramped plane with her LV bag falling over her neighbour; her feet still aching in the Jimmy Choo stilettos.

And she thought that maybe she should request the air hostess to get the seats interchanged. But then the moment passed and she started to plan out her vacation.

A Second Shot

Here’s the next entry to the ‘And then…’ contest. As said earlier, I am not disclosing the author‘s name now so that we can have a fair voting. The write-ups would be posted in the order I receive them… Here are the rules & hints and here is The Scene…

Here’s the next entry:

The memories were like snapshot bullets that she had been dodging for years and had finally hit her, square in the face- that face of the man who had once meant everything to her. It was overwhelming! She sat there motionless for what seemed like eternity.  The flight was in the air. She went to the washroom and barfed.

Looking into the mirror she saw how far she had come from those days. Then she had been a smiling girl in her early twenties with the glow on her face typical of those in love. The glow was gone and so was the love. The hair was shorter, sassier. The clothes were no longer t-shirts, jeans and sneakers but smart suits and stilettos. The woman was no longer the girl he had known. The only thing that connected the woman and the girl was the pain that he had left behind- the hurt that had become a part of her life and had never left.

This was probably her only chance. She walked back with a calm face; she wasn’t going to let him go this time. A deliberate trip on the Jimmy Choo and she was on him. He stared at her like he was seeing a ghost and then his expression changed. Straightening up her ruffled clothes, she looked at him and acted like she was surprised. “Matt,” was the only word she said. He looked quite taken aback himself. “Lizzie… Wow! It’s been so long. You look…look so different,” he said.

“Yes Matt. It’s been a while. You look almost the same. Nice meeting you after so long.” He did look the same. The neatly ironed shirt and trousers, the cropped spiked hair and the goofy grin were all at odds with each other but blended so perfectly on him. She wasn’t surprised that she had fallen for him. He ran his eyes appreciatively over her and she blushed. She returned to her seat but they kept talking. He was a senior editor now. They talked about old times, their college friends, work… The more they talked the closer they came; she could see that old look in his eyes. He wanted her back.

The flight landed. He invited her over. It was a cozy apartment. As she was about to go to the guest room to crash he pulled her towards him and looked into her eyes. She was uncertain; did she really want to do this? All her courage almost melted. “I missed you so much. I’m glad you’re back,” he said and leaned in for a kiss. She kissed back and soon they were in a passionate embrace. She broke the kiss and said they’d better sleep. He looked at her dazed with desire and confused. She kissed him on the cheek and went to the guest room and locked the door.

He woke up in the morning and found her gone. There was a note on her bed that read:

“I’m sorry. Goodbye.”

It was his handwriting, the note he had left for her on their bed when he went away.

In a coffee house, Liz sipped on her cup of Cappuccino and smiled. The last laugh was finally hers. And the hurt was gone. She was free.